Monday turned into a whirlwind of a day. I painted our bedroom. We fed a dozen farm animals. Next, we moved pea gravel around the house for the landscaping. Later in the day, what was supposed to be two additional guests over for dinner ballooned to thirteen. Thankfully there was plenty of food and it was, as usual, the more the merrier. And in between class and our dinner party, Jack decided to pour our patio.
When Jack returned home from his two year missionary stint in Mexico, he took a job pouring concrete. I always knew it would come in handy. After he formed it, I helped move gravel and tape tarp on the siding and the beloved new air conditioner to protect it from splashing concrete. Then Jack’s cousin came over to help with the pour. It only took about five minutes for the cement truck to unload and maybe half an hour to spread, level and smooth it.
