Watching People Working With Their Hands — Why Am I So Fascinated? Sheltering in Place Week 25

working with their hands -- patio-ready-for-concrete-pour
The rebar laid, our new patio awaited the concrete pour. Photos by Barbara Newhall

September 2, 2020. Sheltering at Home Week 25

In Bologna they call them the umarells — the little men. They are the old men who hang around construction sites for hours on end, watching other people working with their hands.

I’m not an old man, but I’m definitely an umarell — umarella? — and I’ve been one since before I was old, since way back in my New York City days, when I was a twenty-something office worker on her lunch break.

Just Me and the Men in Business Suits

Manhattan contractors often cut window holes in the fencing around their building sites, which meant that white collar folks like me — mostly men in business suits — could follow the action.

The action. That’s what draws me into a construction site. Something is happening. Something visible, plausible, tangible, touchable.

working with their hands -- concrete-being-poured
The pour was fast and organized. Five workers directed, spread and leveled the onslaught of concrete flowing from the hose.

In my umarell’s imagination, it’s got to be super satisfying work for the people who have spent years getting good at it:

  • The new light fixture in place, you flip the switch and, by golly, there’s light.
  • The concrete pours in a rush down the hose from the mixer, you aim it and it goes where it’s supposed to go.
working with their hands -- construction-worker-with-trowel
The view from our living room window: Boots, trowel, gloves, action.
  • The load-bearing support beam drops in, it fits, and the upstairs bedroom does not collapse on your head.
Working With Their Hands

And so, last week, I was delighted to realize I could watch our new patio being built from our living room, from a big picture window just inches from the action.

On Monday, rebar was laid and tied. I was there.

On Wednesday, concrete oozed from a fat hose. I watched.

working with their hands -- troweling-concrete
Leveling the concrete where it meets our front steps.

On Thursday, flagstones were cut and fit together like puzzle pieces. I showed up again.

I was on hand for all of it, and so was my trusty point-and-shoot.

Outdoors, dust and shouts. The roar of the cement mixer. The buzz of circular saws cutting through stone.

Inches away, inside the picture window, a spellbound umarell, camera in hand, taking it in.

More about hands-on work at “Ceramics Envy — I Want to Get My Hands Into That Earthy, Squishy Clay.”  And here’s a fun one about raising kids, from the book I’m working on: “A Manners Challenged Kid Who Became the Apple of His Grandma’s Eye.”

watching construction work being done -- blue-collar-worker-shovel-and-boots

 

Comments

0 Responses

  1. I hope the concrete is dry and you can spend a lively birthday evening outside on your new patio once the sun goes down and the heat dissipates

    1. We’ll be having cake and ice cream on our new deck with neighbors tonight. The flagstones are still a work in progress. Kinda bumpy out there in our front yard. The patio faces northwest, so it will be a nice spot in the future when the sun is too hot on the deck.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Get my riffs on life by email

True stories often told through a humorous lens — because you just can’t make them up!

We respect your privacy and do not share your email with anyone.

To my readers

Please feel free to share links to my posts with one and all and to quote briefly from them in your own writing, remembering, of course, to attribute the quote to me and to provide a link back to this site.

Please feel free to share links to my posts with one and all and to quote briefly from them in your own writing, remembering, of course, to attribute the quote to me and to provide a link back to this site.