The New Studio Saga
October 23 1998
The brief (and printable) version of this story is:
except for a brief appearance to tell me that everything Concrete Guy 1did was wrong, I have been unsuccessful in getting a response from Concrete Guy B to find out when/if he intends to pour my slab. My building components are coming from Kentucky next Wednesday, and my goal all along has been to unload it on the concrete.
My contractor friend Jamie (the wood turner, John Jordan had introduced me to him when we decided to move here) had recommended Mike Kelly. I had spoken with him after I had already engaged the incommunicative Concrete Guy B. When I called Mike back, he said he had had a feeling that I would be calling him back. The clairvoyant Mike came out this morning to look at the site and before he left he had the rebar in and had me call for a concrete delivery Saturday morning. I called the building commissioner and he was kind enough to come right over for a footing inspection (I had cancelled so many before, I guess he took pity).
Pee Wee at the concrete company said they were booked up Saturday, but could get the 25 yards of concrete over this afternoon. I beeped Mike who was about half-way home - he lives in Smyrna, TN about 60 miles away. He turned around and came back but...
Rebar tied and inspected but...
Just Like Godot - The Concrete Trucks Didn't Show!
After a few choice words over the phone from Mike, the contrite concrete dispatcher Pee Wee promised the concrete in the morning. I am off to the Appalachian Center for Crafts to do some work on a piece, and meet with Graham Campbell about the Furniture Society Conference. I will keep my fingers crossed, stay tuned...