heck it out. This week I built my first mold, mixed the concrete myself and poured my < first footing on my own. I asked my grandpa if I would offend him by tackling one without his direct supervision, and he just laughed at me. He stopped by just as I was finished mixing the concrete and looked things over, and then a few days later asked me if the concrete worked. When I looked at him blankly, he said with a sly smile, well, did it get hard?? It did. And it always feels great to gain new practical skills. My uncle Joe also dropped off a donation of a large coil of in-floor heat tubing for the floor! And my aunt and uncle, Jan and Joe, gave me few pallets of cabinet fronts! I am lucky so many people have kept me in mind.