All progress ground to a serious halt over the holiday week. Something had to happen tonight.

There was some extra concrete left over after pouring the garage skirt and so the contactor offered to replace some decaying sections of the dilapidated driveway. I dislocated my shoulder as I raised my arms in celebration. Tonight it was time to haul off the old, broken chunks of concrete and put the driveway back in order.

There. All better. (Are these some great night-time pictures, or what?)

I'm feeling gloriously white trash. I have no 'concrete' plans for this pile. Get it? Seriously funny stuff. I crack myself up sometimes.