Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Vacation Time

I started this blog for a conventional author's reason: I wanted to increase my name recognition and, as with all performers, get some applause. I am also in the midst of rewriting my best novel manuscript. I shelved it 20 years ago because of structural problems which require a lot of thought and work to correct. Since I do not see any more novels in my future, I am now doing what I should have done 20 years ago. Possibly, I have a one-track mind, but I have found that my production on the rewrite has dropped drastically since I started this blog. I can only marvel at those who can not only write but sell their books while maintaining an active blog and socializing within the blog world. My hat is off to them.

I shall leave the blog up as posted. Hopefully, I can complete the rewrite in three months and return to weekly blog postings. I appreciate the comments and page views it has received and thank those of you who have followed it. You may wish to check it in October. I realize that I have been remiss in returning the visits of many of you with your own blogs. I may have more time for that, as well, in October.

Jack Eiden

Thursday, June 13, 2013

The Bomb Shelter

Part Four

The next day, my wife surveyed her restored front yard.

"Are those ugly pipes in for good?"
"Yeah." They'd been in the plans from the start, but I'd never thought of their finished appearance. They had shown on the plans as four tiny circles. Three feet of filled dirt had decreased their height, but they still stood four feet out of the ground, and two were close to the sidewalk.
"They look like giant question marks."

She spent some time with the gardener, and they eventually found a type of fast-growing yucca which would, hopefully, so entwine, shade, and leaf over the offending pipes as to hide them from view. Over the last 50 years, they have not only grown fast; they have never stopped growing. We now have

Thursday, June 6, 2013

The Bomb Shelter

Part Three

I only needed one ready-mix load but I had four men helping with the pour. We backed the truck to within five feet of the bank, which gave us room for an extended chute, without loading the bank. We planked over the rebar and somehow spread our mass of concrete over and between the mass of slab rebar, vibrated it, tamped it, and rodded it to a rough level. I turned the slab over to the cement finisher with a sense of mission-part-accomplished, and climbed out of the pit. Forming and the main pour still lay ahead but, allowing an hour or so to set, my rebar structure would be based in concrete, no longer hanging in space.

The next week, I ordered out a concrete-cutting sub, who made short work of cutting a door opening through the basement wall and jack-hammering out the rubble. A sales engineer brought a layout plan for