
Around seven this morning, we heard a truck pull up in the street in front of our house. I went outside to see what was up, and the guy was here for our concrete pour and wondering where he was going to park. He had a heavy-duty large pickup with a trailer to pump the cement, and was expecting a cement mixer to join him shortly.

Unfortunately, nobody had told us we needed to have about 50+ feet of curb space clear in front of our house. The cars on either side of our driveway were ours, and we could move them. It still wasn't quite enough, but fortunately none of our neighbors were too put out while the mixer truck stuck out in the street for an hour and a half.

Our crew showed up shortly, and things started happening fast. I had jumped in the shower after moving the cars, and by the time I came down again, concrete had already been poured into much of the patio, and guys were working quickly with shovels and other tools to spread it around and even it out. After mucking around in it with galoshes, working to get it roughly spread out right, they tried to get it as smooth as possible while slowly working their way out of it. Then they worked on it from the sidelines, no longer stepping in it, but using various long-poled tools to smooth it. The crew worked quickly, and I was running from window to window to try to see everything that was going on. (George wondered if I had turned into a dog.)

A lot of attention was given to the grade, making sure that it had the subtle slope wanted so that water would drain off it. This was accomplished with long beams of wood, levels, and string. Their other task was to cut the expansion joints, grooves between sections of concrete to help avoid stress cracks. With poles, measuring tape, string, and some acrobatics, they "drew" lines in the wet concrete, and then used a special T-shaped "jointer" on the end of a long pole that they could push along the lines to cut joints into the concrete while smoothing the edges beside it. Meanwhile, other guys were pushing smoothing trowels with long poles to smooth the surface out.

And after the concrete set up a couple of hours, they started going out on these long flat kneelers that allowed them to walk on the concrete like snow shoes, or to kneel and work on smoothing it from there. They had quite an assortment of trowels, edgers, and other tools of different sizes they used. From early on, one guy worked just on smoothing and cleaning the irregular edges where the concrete met the flagstone. Now, seven hours later, things are slowing down, but the crew are continuing to smooth the surface, take a break and let it set, and then smooth it some more. We're told that we should keep hosing water on it over the weekend, as it sets stronger if it dries slower.