My Memorial Day with Concrete

We stayed the entire weekend on a yacht surrounded by scrumptious food, delectable drinks and servants that waited on us hand and foot.
And, it was all free! Can you believe that?

Nope. Neither can I, but I like to dream.
Below is what we really did on Memorial Day while others were out basking in the lake’s glory…

Ladies and Gentleman, may I introduce to you my neighbor’s front porch.
It was a nice front porch, but much too small. Hubby and I are making that sucker huge for her.
This is the beginning of the concrete forms. We’ve already cut out the side forms and have reinforced the sides with rebar.

Here is a disgusting and sweaty version of me at this point in the day, cutting more sections of rebar for the top step.

As you cut rebar, a scent infiltrates your nose. It smells of fireworks and burning flesh all at once.
Oh wait…that was my flesh burning.
A bad word might have escaped my lips. Please God, forgive me.

After Hubby drilled holes into the top step of the old concrete, I pounded all of the rebar in about three inches.

This here was pretty much the highlight of my day. This and when I went to Lowe’s for the bazillionith time. I love going to Lowe’s when I stink like a pig farm.
I suppose I fit in, however.

We cut pieces of 6” welded wire mesh, tying it to each piece of the rebar. This further reinforces our step and will survive a nuclear attack.
Then, we added three 2” x 8” boards which will make the steps.
I tripped over these stupid boards countless times. My legs are all scratched up and splintery. I might just take some pictures to prove it.
Tomorrow, we pour the lovely concrete. Pray that it goes well, folks.