The Tool Shed

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Blog entry by NoLongerHere posted 05-28-2011 03:23 AM 2637 reads 1 time favorited 17 comments Add to Favorites Watch


August 2010 – A day to remember…..or maybe, to forget.


About 14 years ago, I built this 12×12 tool shed off the back of my shop.


Money was pretty tight back then so I made good use out of recycled siding and some old doors
from a previous remodeling project. I wanted to pour a concrete slab but it just wasn’t in the budget.

So instead, I built the floor out of treated 4×4s and 3/4 plywood sitting on concrete pads and gravel.
This worked just fine for awhile but eventually it started to sink and became a hotel for chipmunks.

I knew installing a new concrete foundation now was going to be a big job.
Pull everything out, cut off the bottom of the siding, attach big beams to the building and jack it up a few inches. Then remove the old floor, dig a trench footing, lay down wire mesh and rebar and pour on the concrete.

No problem.



Storage stuff on the pool deck.


Thinking back, I’ve always been proud of my physical abilities – a natural born athlete.

In high school, I could bench press 300 lbs. and I ran the 100 yard dash in 9.8 sec.

Working during the summers as a young framing carpenter, I could easily walk the top plate of a second floor 2×4 wall or walk down steep rafters. I could sink a 3 1/2” framing nail with three swings – tap, Bam, BAM!

I could carry 8 studs or 2 – 3/4” plywood sheets at a time. We stick framed multi pitched roofs and stood walls all day long and I loved every minute of it.

After work, I played sports like A league volleyball twice a week, dirt biking and wake boarding on weekends, cross country bicycle touring, street skating long distance and I worked out in the gym.

Like a tightly wound clock about to bust. Lead, Follow, or get the Hell out of the way. That was my motto.

To be that young again…. I smile when I think about it.

I’m still in good shape for a 56 yr. old, worn out carpenter but I have to admit, I think the last time I tried to bench press 300 lbs. was about 5 years ago. My shoulder hurt for a week afterwards but I did it, barely.


Which brings me back to my story.

It turned out to be the hottest week in August when we decided to take on this nasty ball busting project.

I say we, as in me and my faithful apprentice/ garden helper, Randy.

I also hired my neighbor, Jose, a concrete finisher and his cousins. ”Haven’t worked in a year!” , he told me.
So we talked price, shook hands and set the date.

The 12×12 shed foundation required 3.5 yards of concrete. But, I also wanted to pour a 6×12 slab on the side for the pool pump and equipment.

I had planned on pouring that slab later after the shed was completed, seeing how everything was outside sitting on the pool deck or all over inside my shop…. One project at a time, right?

We did a good job getting everything ready: plywood on the driveway, two wheel barrows to get it around back and all the concrete finishing tools were in place.

I’m no stranger to finishing concrete and I felt confident the four of us could handle it. Three 3 guys wheel barrowing and one man leveling and finishing. But, it’s been awhile since I’ve purchased concrete.

When I called to order it, I found out they have a minimum charge of 665.00 which is the cost of a 6.5 yard truck load. If I ordered 3.5 yards – same price…. What?

Plus, they would allow me 60 minutes to wheel barrow if I ordered 6.5 yards. If I ordered 3.5 yards, they would only allow me 25 minutes to wheel barrow the concrete … for the same price – 665.00.

PLUS, – There was an 80.00 extra charge every 15 minutes after the allowed time.

Are you kidding me? That’s 320.00 an hour!

So, I decided I’d buy all the concrete NOW. I’ll beat them at there own game.

I called the man, ”Bring on the concrete!.... We’re ready.”

My new plan was to pour both slabs at the same time. One giant 12×18 concrete slab.

At 3:45 on a Friday, the massive cement truck arrived. He was 45 minutes late.
I could hear the concrete slamming against the inside as it turned. Wham, Wham, Wham!

It was so dry – like a giant dough ball. I asked the driver to add water but he only put in about 5 gallons
which helped but it was still so thick it wouldn’t slide down the chute.

I asked again if he could please add water. He said he couldn’t get it too wet because it would spill out of the wheel barrow and he couldn’t fill it as much. Then he mumbled something about the time and the fact it was Friday.

It was blistering hot. The air was dead calm and not a cloud in the sky.

I helped wheel barrow the first 6 loads and then put on my concrete boots and started leveling it. Randy kept wheel barrowing and it suddenly became obvious to both of us – Jose and his cousin were a no show.

We were on our own.

There was a large beam holding the shed up while we poured the floor which meant we couldn’t wheel barrow the concrete inside exactly where we wanted it. It was so thick it wouldn’t flow in to place and started piling up at the door opening.

I used a hoe to pull the concrete across the 12 ft. floor but – like a panic attack, I could tell I was in trouble.

I yelled at Randy to tell that guy to put more water in the mix, and he yells back, ”I did, but he won’t do it!”
I quickly ran around to ask the guy to Please put more water in and he says he did already.

What am I supposed to do? Call him a liar? Grab the hose and squirt him?

I looked at Randy and told him, ”We have to finish this or we are screwed.”

I grabbed a wheel barrow full and headed back to the hole from hell.

I hosed it down to keep it from drying out and pulled and pulled with the hoe as best I could.
I grabbed a trowel and tried to force it down but it was so dry, I could barely move it.

Randy dumped another load of concrete in to the growing pile and looked at me with these big wide eyes
and said, ”Man, this is kicking my butt!”

I said, ”We’re almost there! Five or six more loads and we’ll have enough….. Hang in there!”

I hammered at the concrete, refusing to yield to its hardening cancer which spread faster than my trusty trowel could keep up with. I knew it didn’t have to be perfect – it’s just a shed, but it at least had to be flat.

We had worked through lunch trying to get the 2nd slab formed and ready at the last minute. Bad idea.

The sweat poured into my eyes and burned to the point where I could barely see but I didn’t stop until suddenly, I felt woozy and had to lie down.

Just 2 minutes, I’ll be fine. I drank more water and suddenly, lost it all.

My lips were tingly. I saw stars and immediately recognized the signs of dehydration. I’d been drinking water all day. How could I be dehydrated? I drank more water and within minutes, threw that up too.

Randy comes over and looks at me and says, ”You OK? You look like shit!”

I was sinking faster than a big rig on Ice Truckers. NOOOooooooo…….!!!

After throwing up the fourth time and my legs started shaking, my wife insisted on taking me to the emergency room. I refused at first but then the room started spinning and I decided maybe she was right.

Alas……The Mighty Titanic was neither.

After being given 3 bags of saline intravenously I was back to normal and surprisingly, felt pretty good.
We didn’t get home from the hospital until midnight. I can’t believe what this little 6 hour visit cost.

The next day, I went out to see the damage and discovered it wasn’t that bad and with a skim coat, I could level out the low spots and you would never know. Well, I would after all that.


The best part was all of the tools were cleaned and put away. The plywood was picked up off the driveway, the wheel barrows and concrete tools were washed and both the shop and work truck were locked.

It was 6 pm on a Friday when I left in a hurry but Randy stayed late until the job was done. I was very impressed.

To show my appreciation, today we built a 4×4 sand box for his 5 yr. old niece out of the old treated 4×4s from the original floor and some 1×6 cedar I had in stock. We belt sanded the 4×4s and then routed all the edges.
We made a smooth 1×6 cedar cap for a seat which really made it look nice.

Randy was very pleased with his handmade gift and couldn’t wait to get home to assemble it and fill it with sand just in time for her birthday on Sunday.

We joke about it now and everyone has a good laugh at my expense. I don’t mind, a little.

When we work in the gardens or on the house, we jokingly call ourselves The Reed and Randy Show.
We do nice work together and have fun and that’s all that matters to me.


So what’s the message?
Should a got decent help, should a ate lunch and I definitely should a called that concrete guy’s boss.

”You’re no spring chicken.” my wife told me.

My favorite: ” Time to wake up an smell the coffee, you old fart.”

What ever the message, I know one thing – I have completed my last concrete job, thank you.

3130.00 6 hour hospital tour – ouch!
..240.00 extra wheel barrow time – %$#@&!
+250.00 12 bags leveling concrete – Doh!
3620.00 total additional costs – one more lesson paid for.

But, at least I got my 665.00 worth of concrete. .

added Saw – A recent find from an antique store.

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#1 posted 05-28-2011 03:35 AM

A scary venture for you and your wife, but you were doing something you loved, making your domain work for you! Next time remember, your car can’t run on empty, neither can you!

-- "They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night." ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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#2 posted 05-28-2011 03:43 AM

Its always good to look back.

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#3 posted 05-28-2011 03:57 AM

Was it an adventure or an ordeal? My vote is ordeal!

-- Every cloud has a silver lining

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#4 posted 05-28-2011 04:42 AM

Reedwood, first off, nice add on. As we get older, we all have to know our limitations. Being raised in construction all my life, I have gone through alot as well but now only perform at about 25%, IT SUCKS! Kinda makes me feel like I haven’t acomplished anything sometimes but a man has to know his limitations.

-- John

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#5 posted 05-28-2011 05:25 AM

Nice work, but here’s the lesson… think sports drink (gatorade or similar).

A fellow bicyclist nearly died, required a one-week hospital stay to recover from similar “water intoxication”. After a long ride on a hot, humid day she collapsed. Diagnosis… hyponatremia an electrolyte disturbance, dilution of the salts in the blood, in which the sodium concentration in the plasma is lower than normal (hypo from Greek meaning below).

And yes it sucks getting old, until you consider the alternative :-)

-- David, USA - New Jersey

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#6 posted 05-28-2011 05:50 AM

Expensive lesson.
Thank goodness you can laugh at it now.

-- Eric, central Florida / Utor praemia operibus duris

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David LaBolle

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#7 posted 05-28-2011 06:44 AM

That’s quite a story. Very well written. Find a magazine to publish it. Fine Homebuilding?

It’s not cheap, saving money.


Much impressed

...and entertained. ; )

-- When we build, let us think that we build forever. Let it not be for present delight nor for present use alone. Let it be such work as our descendants will thank us for

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#8 posted 05-28-2011 01:55 PM

That was a full cup of coffee story there reedwood … for a minute i thought you were going to end up half buried in the slab leaving only your wife to jackhammer you out. I hope that there are more stories out there like this one i enjoyed it and now im out of coffee.

-- Its not a crack, its a casting imperfection.

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#9 posted 05-28-2011 02:56 PM

It is hard sometimes to relize you can’t do what you use to do . Stories like that help all of us to think twice about project we attempt to do . I’m thankful for having a son that is willing to help and several of his friends are always willing to come over and help if I need it . I have a young lady(21) that is going to school to be a mechanic and told my son your dad I love helping him. (she help me put a rear end in my truck )say I teach her thinks that they don’t teach in school . You find out who is your real friends when it come down to a tough job and they are there for you . Good to hear everthing was ok and the job got done

-- David ; "BE SAFE BE HAPPY" Brockport , NY

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Don W

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#10 posted 05-28-2011 03:10 PM

as huntter2022 says, be safe and be happy!! Enjoy that new shop.

-- - Collecting is an investment in the past, and the future.

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#11 posted 05-28-2011 04:52 PM


I found this incredibly humorous. I, like probably hundreds of lj’ers, totally relate to your story. Every time I try to save money, it costs me plenty!

Glad all worked out in the end. The shed looks great.


-- Jeff, eastern Wa

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#12 posted 05-28-2011 05:33 PM

Wonderful story. You made me really feel like I was there.
And yes I have done a lot of this in my life. I resored several old houses, and always with too little money.
Wish I had been more clever in those days, but I always had fun learning.
Life is sweet and when we are old we finally starts to understand,
Best thoughts and thank you,

-- MAD F, the fanatical rhykenologist and vintage architect. Democraticwoodworking.

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#13 posted 05-30-2011 03:04 PM

Thanks everyone for the wonderful comments.

I’m glad we can laugh about it now. Made for a good story to tell at lunch break.

My wife was pretty mad at me. I’d been working out and watching my diet so I wouldn’t look like a mushroom top around the pool. I was down to 170 from 182 and lookin good, but my wife had to put up with my fussy diet to get there and now….. it kicked me in the butt! A proper ass handing for sure.

Slabster, I found that out the hard way!
I never liked the taste of sports drinks but now I have a 6 pack in the fridge…....just in case.

Seems like I know ALOT of people that you could say, owe me a favor.
Who did they call to repair the cabinet door or install a “simple” vanity? But in this case, it was 95 degrees outside and the CONCRETE GUYS didn’t even show up. it would have been a bad day to call in favors from my wimpy friends. Ha!

“It’s not cheap, saving money.” Simple…..but true, I like that saying.
I have had it with FHB. Their website is so hard to use and paste pictures, the staff is rude or non responsive, the people are mean and nasty that reply, and I’m very sad about it. Huge fan….....but not anymore.

LJ is my home.

A shout out to Martin and Ms Debbie: This site is the best. Thank you for your effort and talent with websites.

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#14 posted 05-30-2011 05:57 PM

Mark, Great story—-been there, done that—- well, not quite but I have done very similar stuff too many times to expect even them most gullible idiot to believe that I possess even an iota of common sense. ;^)))

And, you are absolutely correct about this site, ain’t it just the ti….oops, the berries!

-- ♫♪♪♫♫ Saddletramp, saddletramp, I'm as free as the breeze and I ride where I please, saddletramp ♪♪♪♫♪ ...... Bob W....NW Michigan (Traverse City area)

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#15 posted 05-31-2011 10:45 PM

If we could all see things from the end before we begin things would be a whole lot easier. The main thing to be thankful for is that you survived it.

-- helluvawreck aka Charles,

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