A concrete plan

"What the so-called judges of the truth or morality are really inveighing against most of the time is not the discussion of mere sexual lewdness, for no work with that as a basis could possibly succeed, but the disturbing and destroying of their own little theories concerning life, which in some cases may be nothing more than a quiet acceptance of things as they are without any regard to the well-being of the future. Life for them is made up of a variety of interesting but immutable forms and any attempt either to picture any of the wretched results of modern social conditions or to assail the critical defenders of the same is naturally looked upon with contempt or aversion"--Theodore Dreiser

We got the last dirt out of the cellar on Thursday, filled the bin on Friday and got it towed away Monday.  Yesterday we got loads of sand and gravel, so today we started mixing concrete for the cellar!  We're using a small mixer that's very noisy.

Mixing concrete is three-person work.  I had the simple muscle job, producing buckets of sand and gravel from the piles.  Moira had the precision job, measuring out cement and water in the right proportion. (Each batch needs four buckets of gravel, two buckets of sand and one bucket of the cement-water mix--I think.) John did the mixing and pouring, the noisiest job.  When he was finished for the day, we had a surplus of one bucket of sand and two buckets of gravel, giving us a head start tomorrow.

Friday my watch party showed the Titanic movie A Night to Remember, which is way better than the shameless 1997 blockbuster. (I've always found David McCallum pretty cool!)

Finished Sister Carrie on Saturday.  It's honest in a bleak, impressive way.  My next novel will be Kingsley Amis' Lucky Jim.