"What is that for, mom?" The footing molds don't look like much of the beginnings of a basement or a garage. "They are called footings. You know like in the primary song the Wise man Builds his House upon a Rock. This is the rock for our house." I thought that was a clever way to explain what was going on, but I didn't mean it for an invitation for the rains to come. Nature sure has a sense of humor.
Wednesday was spent setting up the forms and the cement was ordered to arrive at one o'clock Thursday afternoon. Around eleven o'clock Thursday the rain started and it was not the typical Idaho desert rain but more like an Asian monsoon. It came in a steady sheet that did not let up until the next day. But who would have guessed it would be like that.
The cement truck pulled up shortly after noon and they started pouring. The first half was done quickly so the truck pulled away and had to move to the south side of the hole to finish. This meant going through what was now a really wet garden spot. All went well until it tried to move up the ramp they had built. That big heavy cement truck started sliding right off the ramp and into my raspberry bushes. Two tries later and they decided it was not going to work. So it tried to back out to the road again. Mud was flying every which direction and I was sure that that truck was going to sink to its belly in the mud.
It made it and went back to where it had started. One wheelbarrow at a time and with a lot of labor, the footings were in place. I was glad to be in the house watching the process although a little shaken up by the sight of that cement truck sliding around. The next time a cement truck comes to visit I might have to go somewhere else.
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