Today the foundation guys started throwing the rebar down in the trenches.
Actually, they didn't throw it, they carefully laid it in place.
It is daintily raised in the air, like a petticoat avoiding the dusty streets, by the little coat hangar wire contraptions shown here. There was some good natured grumbling from these veterans of foundation work about how it worked just fine to throw it down and pour the concrete over it. Apparently suspending the rebar makes sure it doesn't wick up moisture from the soil and rust inside the concrete. They all seemed to think it was much ado about nothing but were perfectly happy to follow the rules.
I guess they like passing inspections.
The work of tying the rebar together with wires seemed so... so...
Well, let's just say that I started wondering if Dante ever mentioned this particular Circle of Hell.
Imagine sitting in a shallow
grave trench in the sun in 95 degree heat tying steel rods together with wire that hurts your thumbs when you twist it. Now imagine doing it all day long. Just watching them made me want to run back to the safety of my laundry room, ripe with trunks from summer camp.