Sunday's are for rest

Today, Grasshopper needed a little breathing space.......I think it was 'heavy breathing'  she was after......so last night she suggested I take her Dad to the Bakery in the morning.  I followed instructions, challenged her Dad to a bike ride and off to the "creamery" we went.  After a few artery clogging butter bombs, a cup-o-coffee and the joy of realizing we have some great kids, we packed up a few 'bombs' for the horny ones and began our return flight.  Didn't make it to the parking lot and there they were, Captains Hartz and Andrews of Kauai Search and Rescue all freaked out because we hadn't made it home yet.  What a couple of old women. I thought they were busy.  Either they can't concentrate or they're way too fast.  The ride home.....in the Van....was quite nice.  After all, we are taking the day off.  (like we work long and hard any other day)

We've finished phase one.  Blocks are stacked to the first floor, vents are cut in and now we do some bracing to make sure everything stands vertically 'plumb' and the forms are strong enough to hold the concrete.  We are going to pour the concrete in sections.  The first pour will be up to floor level.  That's about 4' in height.  The second pour will be after we complete the walls of the house, have all the doors and windows properly placed and more importantly have experienced the excitement, stress and rush of  a "pour day".  Like a roller coaster,  pouring concrete is scary but fun.  Unfortunately, concrete is a perishable material.  It's doing it's best to dry and get hard while you're putting it in place. So, no brain farts allowed.  The game plan must be dialed in and everything has got to be tightly wound and thought out.  Back up must also be in  place and the beer must be coolin'.  We'll be ready  I bought Bud... in cans. 

Phase two pour will be much easier.... because it will be completed by  "Veterans."  Rock on.  The rest of the day was beach, boogy boarding and booze.