This morning I woke up and thought, "oh good! I have a whole unplanned day! Maybe I can get some laundry done, take the kids to the park, hang out in my PJs for a while..." At 8:00 the phone rang. It was our welder, calling to say that his guys were on the way with our steel beam in tow. We weren't expecting them until Thursday. I asked, "well, is the inspector on his way?"
After a pause he said, "oh, he'll drop in tomorrow and sign things off. If the city asks you, just tell them he was there."
Uh-oh. This guys was telling me to LIE. FYI- with any welding, it is a requirement to have a deputy inspector on site. To sum up the story, I threw breakfast at the kids, jumped in the shower, and spent the in between time frantically calling inspectors throughout the area. Things turned out, and I am so grateful that our steel beam is finally in.
I've learned the definition for contracting: nothing is definite, there are no peaceful days, and chaos comes with the work! On the other hand, I've been able to visit junkyards, lumberyards, sign big checks (not so fun), and meet some really interesting people. An added plus is the nonstop entertainment for two curious little boys.
Here are the welders in action:
Rewind a few days... This rebar forms the framework for the foundation. A work of art.
Finally, concrete! I could give you a story about his too, but I'll spare you the details!
