It’s exactly one month late, but construction of the garage began on Monday. The worker bees swarmed the old structure and had it stripped and torn down in one day. I worried when no one showed up early Tuesday morning; a favorite tactic of contractors is to begin work, then wander away, insulating themselves from fraud claims because technically, they’ve started the job. Around mid-morning, though, they showed up to retrieve the scrap metal. Wednesday dawned to the sound of a skid steer zooming and forms getting built. I was, however, a bit concerned when the contractor came up to the house to basically ask to be reminded what exactly they were building. Uh oh.
But it seems to be working out. They poured concrete yesterday morning and spent the rest of the day floating the surface. By close of business, it looked like a frozen pond. Speaking of freezing, the weather gods are favoring us; it’s been durned cold, lately, but this week warmed up right in time for the pour, with overnight lows not even hitting freezing for a few days. It’s Friday now, and they came to cut relief lines on the pad. It’ll continue to cure over the weekend and I hope to see framing start on Monday. Next potential hiccup: trusses. They haven’t been ordered yet.
I know this is about as exciting as hearing about someone else’s dream, but it’s damned exciting to us, so please forgive my prattling.
Has everyone seen The Ballad of Buster Scruggs yet? If not, get on it!