The weather wizards called for a cloudy day, with a low of around forty, and a high of around fifty. With that in mind, I ordered concrete, since there was only a low chance of rain this evening.
We were finished pouring, the initial finish was completed, and the light rain started. So, what was already a miserable, damp, cold morning became worse. The temperature of 42, with light rain, made being out in the weather even worse.
The weather wizards were wrong, will still get a paycheck, and I'm wondering how I can get into that field. I can make up crap as good as anyone else, and back it up with gibberish only an expert will detect.
It's covered with plastic sheeting. Tomorrow, I'll uncover it and move on to the next section. The finish doesn't really matter, since the concrete will be covered with asphalt. Still, there's professional pride involved, and a section that looks like hammered crap will just not be a pleasant thought.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.