The cement man cometh.
I wrote this post on July 3, but did not have time to upload it until now. I’ll catch up to reality soon. The summer keep rollin’ on.
So much has happened in the past week I hardly know where to begin. Yesterday Geoff and I drove to Nashville to take our interns to the airport and send them on their way home. Alexa and Cameron did a fantastic job. I am confident they were exposed to the full spectrum of joy and sadness that farm life encompasses. I wish Geoff and I had done such an internship before we moved out here.
In their last week on the ranch Alexa and Cameron completed some monumental tasks, including participating in the pouring of the cement footer for the Haitian dwelling of Lifestyles Lane. We have never ordered cement before. We usually just mix small amounts of it ourselves. This was a big job, however, and required a professional quantity of cement. So we had to call the cement man. When dealing with a cement man it is very important that you convince him that you do not live too far away to have cement delivered to your property. This can take anywhere from between two and five phone calls. Once the cement man is convinced you have to be ready with the quantity of cement that you need. And while most aspects of building construction involve measurements in feet, square feet, or cubic feet, cement is measured in cubic yards. Who knew that football and cement distribution were the yard’s raison d’etre? Well now you know.
Geoff , the interns, and I had a pretty intimate relationship with the inside of this footer, so it was kind of sad to pay someone to fill up the giant hole we just dug. Nonetheless, it is all part of the construction process and a necessity to the creation of our first dwelling. So fill ‘er up!
Some things to know about cement delivery: 1) It arrives in the biggest, noisiest, most exciting truck you can ever imagine. I felt like a three year old boy when the truck arrived. Big trucks filled with cement are cool. Really cool. When the truck arrived, Geoff and I threw on our boots, hopped in our truck, and led the cement mixer to the back of the property where the construction site is. This is the moment when I should have grabbed my camera from the coffee table and did not.
Cement mixer trucks pour fast. By the time I ran back to the house to get my camera, most of the six yards of cement had been poured. In fact, we ordered a little too much cement, so now our back field has a very rustic looking cement driveway.
As I write this the footer has been drying for a week, and next week, when our next set of five interns arrive, we will begin building the cinderblock walls of the dwelling.