Today I had planned to pour the 5 cubic yards of concrete into the base of the safe room at the MLB sponsored house at the East Quad.   Prior to pouring it though, we would have to load up 7 cubic yds of sand as a base. Being the founding member of the BLP club (basically lazy people), I was determined not to move the sand the dummy way and mis-use the volunteer labor by shovels and wheelbarrows, so I asked Woody Smith, a local business-man and frequent volunteer to help us with his Bobcat machine to move the sand. He said OK and we agreed he would be there at 10 this morning. I scheduled the concrete truck to show up at 11. At 9- still no word from Woody. I'm not worried yet, but starting to be so. 9:30 he calls and says it broke a hose and he won't be able to make it. I reshedule the concrete to 1:00, at this point not sure how I would get the machine and get the sand moved using the ramp-a-lonius that I had set up (the storage shed floor that was made last week- see picture). I called our block-layer subcontractor, James Shackelford, to see if he will let me use his machine. He says OK an he will be right over with it. My experience with James, however, is that his words and actions are not always the same and it was the case this time as well. Concrete is still scheduled. Then, out of the blue, uninvited, un-called but in a timely manner, who should pull up the the site- no other than Mr. Mike from Sunbelt Rental. His first question to me was not really a surprise- Do you need anything?   As a matter of a fact, I need a Bobcat. Mike gets it to me at 11. We load the sand on the ramp, place it, place the rebar, eat pizza and then the concrete truck shows up at one. 7 billion people on this planet and our Heavenly Father saw fit to whisper in Mike's ear to stop by and help out Peter over there. Amazing!