Here are the forms that Nephew built. He divided this one slab into four sections. We planned it all out and were going to try a different technique on each section. We didn't actually follow through on said plan, though, because when we started mixing the concrete, panic ensued and most of our meticulous (or slap dash, as the case may be) planning flew out the barn door.
As an aside, I really am, at heart, a slacker. I didn't want to practice. I just wanted to jump right in and pour beautiful concrete right in the middle of the kitchen. But, I was persuaded by Nephew's logic. And, I gotta tell ya', it's a good thing.
I've watched the tutorials and have seen that we must caulk the edges with silicone. So, I diligently caulked. I love the straight lines. Don't you?
OK, so I'm pretty sure this was NOT MY JOB.
My job is designer of fun stuff, not builder of equipment.
Tom had bought a little cement mixer to do another project later this year, which he graciously allowed us to use for our own project. It came in a box and needed assembly. Well, I thought assembly meant taking it out of the box, putting the drum on the stand and filling it with concrete.
It was all in pieces. The above picture shows it half assembled. And, for some reason, we were doing this in the blazing hot sun. And no breeze.
The instructions were ridiculous. It took both of us, with our brains, to decipher these pages. Yes, it was in English, but not for normal people.
We finally got it together with minimal taking it back apart and reassembling.
Let the concrete pouring begin!