My, what a busy day. We had a total of nine tradesmen at our house: a concrete crew, a screw pile crew, a plumber, and Mike the Contractor. And the first visit from a city building inspector (the real one not my furry friend).
There are so many stories from today but I am too tired to relate all of them.
I fortunately did not witness this one. My Sweetie was standing in the garage with Ray and Gary when the skip loader dislodged a chunk of concrete near the support post in the center of the garage. The column moved an inch sideways which caused it to snap. My Sweetie, being a bright man, left the garage in an expeditious manner while one of the crew got two 2x4s from the truck to use as shoring. My Sweetie gave them a 4x4 landscape timber we had from another project. As of this writing the garage is still standing.
Meanwhile two guys were digging next to the front porch to ascertain if there was a footer or not. (The third man is the boss.) So far, so good. Complicating their work are the sewer and water lines that run next to the porch.
Hey, they left the key in it. Shall we take it for a spin?
And at the end of the day, Mother Nature asserted herself into the follies of man.
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