|A frosty start to the day.|
|Coffee & cake powered concrete crew.|
|it's a bird, a plane...No, a flying power trowel!|
|Mike & Alex troweling the shower. Hoping for a slope to drain.|
|My awesome concrete crew!|
|Power trowelin' started at 6pm. Finish: 10pm.|
Our concrete pump guy got nervous at the amount of concrete we had, so I ended up unnecessarily ordering another 2 cubic meters of the stuff. Most of which is now part of the the basement floor fill. But at the time and in the thick of things, it was far better to be over supplied with concrete, than run out with very little floor left to do. Oh well. Lesson learned. Trust your calculations, rather than a nervous concrete guy.
And I apologize to our Beverly Heights neighbours who didn't send out anyone to complain, [or call the cops] as we power trowelled into the night right up until 10pm. The power trowel has a noisy, lawn-mover like engine on it, and being 1 storey above ground, I'm sure it radiated throughout the neighbourhood. Again, my apologies. I will try to be the best neighbour ever.
Matt and I then hand trowelled until 11pm. Well, Matt did most of it. He made me clean the tools. My body isn't meant for doubling over to trowel, scrape and trowel some more. Must book massage therapy.
The look of the upper floor is 100x better than our main floor! [Does this mean we're getting better at it?] We'll be pros by the time the basement is done!