Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Something Concrete At Last (literally)

Smooth enough to skate on. Well, perhaps roller skate. And you'd need like really big wheels to stop from sinking into the wet concrete. And the nice guys who did all that hard work would probably break you and feed you your skates. In hindsight, this skating thing isn't a very good idea.

Smooth as a baby's bottom. If the baby is made of rebar reinforced concrete with a texture approaching that of sandpaper. That smooth.

Room with a view. Well, there is a view, the room is still a few months away.

So many trucks and stuff. Mostly stuff. Those teamster union bosses need a lot of concrete to cover their bodi.. uh, did I just say that out loud?

I love hard work. I could watch it for hours...

First concrete truck of several. This guy was smart, he used first gear to get up the driveway. I did not get photos, but the second truck that came up was obviously driven by someone not familiar with the handling characteristics of a fully laden heavy vehicle on a steep, unpaved surface. Who also hit our gate (amidst the clouds of burning clutch smoke).

And now for something completely different. Have some dragonflies sexing it up beside the pond. Good weather for a shag.


Scene of the crime. No teamster union bosses about to be buried under there, no Siree.

Another day in paradise... just before all the tucks descended...


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