18 July 2006: When the cement arrived for the woodshed slab, our timber framer dropped everything and jumped into a pair of rubber boots to help out Tom and our hired Master of All Things. (There's NOTHING that guy doesn't know how to do! In his few 25 years on this planet, he learned how to pour slabs while building airplane hangars in Alaska . . . among other things.)
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