I’ve been holding my breath while waiting for this day to come! They were able to get the walls poured without any issues.
The weather cooperated beautifully. It was a mid-60’s kind of day. This is pretty darn nice for Iowa in the fall! Everything has just come together so nicely. I just can’t say it enough how grateful I am!
The next day they came and took the forms off! Have you ever seen more beautiful walls? You probably have. But these are MY walls and they are sooooo much better than those old stone and mortar walls we’ve dealt with for years! They’re so clean, so smooth, and so new!! I’ve never had such nice walls!
I apologize for the picture quality. Often times, we get out here late and that means I usually have to edit the pictures to lighten them up.
This is overlooking the basement wall to the south side of the house. Look at those big window openings for the south side of the basement! They are going to let a lot of wonderful, natural light into the basement!
These are window openings for the small slider windows on the north side of the house.
I think Sophie approves of the new walls. She’s probably sad the concrete guys won’t be around for awhile to spoil her!
From here, we wait for three weeks for the concrete to cure. Once the concrete is cured, then the house can be dropped. This time is critical where the weather is concerned. You’ll notice the basement floor is not poured yet. That can’t be done until the house has dropped and all of the cribbing has been removed.
A cold snap would be horrible right now. We don’t want the concrete to heave.
Heaving concrete. That’s a lovely thought, isn’t it? Seems like there’s always something to be worried about. The key is not to let it own you.
Can anyone of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? Matthew 6:27
Salvaging A Farmhouse is a series of blog posts that chronicle my experience of renovating and reclaiming our 1900 farmhouse. This is a project that is over a decade in the making. We were working towards some pretty serious renovations on the house until my husband became sick with Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and died 9 weeks after his diagnosis. My kids and I have been left with the task of completing what we started all those years ago. Every house and every family have a story and this is the story of ours.
To view the series from beginning to end please go to this page: Salvaging A Farmhouse.