Conveniently, I excused myself from a work-related training on September 6th because "we're pouring concrete that day". Plans for the pour were revised from day to day, but despite the rain of the week and despite the mud, we did pour concrete. Thomas and I prepped for the footer/stem wall for the mud porch to sit on. Plans changed more times than I can remember, but ultimately we dug down and laid a row of ICF blocks. After leveling it and laying all the rebar, Thomas wheeled out the concrete mixer, and we poured and poured and poured. The local hardware store delivered the concrete sacks - by the trailer instead of a) on the pallet where they'd be covered in case of rain or even b) by house where we would be using it. Needless to say, mixing and pouring 37 bags was tiring enough to then add loading them up from the trailer, too. The hero of the day has to be Pop's cement wheelbarrow, as our's had a flat tire after three bags. Goodness knows my arms would have been dangling to my ankles if I did it by bucket!
Oh yeah, and also that day, I textured our closet - getting closer...
Sunday I had the good fortune to have company. After church I helped Tom get the next row of ICF up and braced, but while Fr. Tom and I visited after lunch, Pop and Tom poured a few more bags of cement for the pillars. My back and shoulders were grateful!
So this week we prepared to move the mudroom. Like the plans for pouring cement, the plans and theory for moving and reconstructing the mudroom have been numerous. Ultimately, this is what happened:
I finished my last load of laundry on Wednesday, and that evening the freezer, washer, and dryer were moved out to the shed. Everything else was put downstairs in the cellar.