Don’t you just hate a blank Word window? When you set out to write something, and you’re not sure what its going to be, so there it is, big and white and empty, that insipid cursor blinking in the corner … there oughta be a law against it.

So my dad and I are still at the concrete job; got 75% of the slab poured; three sections of four. I’ve stacked and lifted, moved and lifted and dumped about 5500 pounds of concrete mix. I did a little mixing today. Dad has lifted, mixed, poured, floated, screed, and finished it. We’ve both inhaled and worn quite a bit.

Concrete work is hard, dusty, messy work. I’m glad other guys do it for a living and not me. I feel like Gumby after a serious rear-end traffic accident.

Hopefully, we finish tomorrow.