I’m not a big fan of concrete. Unless, it’s being poured as a slab for my dwelling or chicken pen. This particular batch of concrete was destined for the house. So I didn’t mind.
There were a lot of men giving a lot of orders. Mostly in Spanish. I tried to stay out of the way. Me no speakie the Spanish.
And while the process wasn’t perfect (they washed out the truck onto the rocks I had spent 2 days gathering and placing along the driveway), it is, at least, complete. And I am very happy with the porches and sidewalk. I just wish this whole house thing wasn’t hurry up and wait. But, it is. And as I keep telling my darling husband, it WILL all get done. Patience, patience, my darlings.
I realize this isn’t the most riveting post ever, but it’s all I’ve got for today. Love you peeps!