The tired old chiche "When It Rains It Pours" seems apropos here at the Watson house. This winter has been one of the wettest (and coolest) winters in memory.
As you may recall, last summer, we had problems with our septic system and we did some work that should have corrected the problem, but the fix was temporary. The non-stop rain and other factors made the problem recur earlier this year.
The same storm that slapped down all the trees, also dumped a river of rain. So not only have we dealt with the fallout from the storm but the old septic system problem reared it's ugly (and stinky) head.
I knocked off a liquor store to get enough money to get on my nephew's calendar. My number came up today and he showed up early with a device that I used to call a steam shovel, when I was a kid.
Soon he and his helper strip-mined my back yard to make room for new field lines.
We finished up late this afternoon as the wind out of the west kicked up. The rain's moving back in. After losing so many trees, and digging trenches deep enough to hide a freight train in our back yard, it will be some time before it looks normal again. But it will.
Hopefully by mid summer we'll be in the back yard playing crochet, drinking mint juleps, and singing Ol' Susanna with a banjo on our knees.
As you may recall, last summer, we had problems with our septic system and we did some work that should have corrected the problem, but the fix was temporary. The non-stop rain and other factors made the problem recur earlier this year.
I knocked off a liquor store to get enough money to get on my nephew's calendar. My number came up today and he showed up early with a device that I used to call a steam shovel, when I was a kid.
Soon he and his helper strip-mined my back yard to make room for new field lines.
We finished up late this afternoon as the wind out of the west kicked up. The rain's moving back in. After losing so many trees, and digging trenches deep enough to hide a freight train in our back yard, it will be some time before it looks normal again. But it will.
Hopefully by mid summer we'll be in the back yard playing crochet, drinking mint juleps, and singing Ol' Susanna with a banjo on our knees.
We live right on the edge of the city limits and one reason for that is so that we could be on city sewer and water...we had SOOOO many problems at our last two places. I feel for you guys- xo Diana
ReplyDeleteTalk about a streak of bad luck to have so many disruptions in your lives this time of year.
ReplyDeleteSurely this is the end of all this troubles.
You could make a lament song with all that happened around your place lately. It's good that you still have your sense of humor.
I hope that your luck changes before you start to feel like Job from the bible.
Take care,
JB
I'm sorry to read you had to deal with all that. I hope things will get better soon. Take care, have a lovely weekend.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry your having a crappie time. I'm more sorry that I wrote "crappie". But I hope all your digging and redoing will solve the problem! When you have to spend that kind of money it would be nice to have something nice to show for it...like a tan! Have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteYou really didn't knock off a liquor store, did you? Hope I misread that tidbit! So sorry that your original fix wasn't the cure all. It looks like your entire yard was dug up. We hit a septic line (not supposed to be there) when they were digging to put in a pool. Talk about a mess! Hope things are getting better. Wishing you a blessed Easter from Still Woods Farmhouse!
ReplyDeleteMy husband had to do this once. It is hard work but well worth it. I do hope you have a fine summer; you certainly deserve it!
ReplyDeleteWe had to expand our septic field when we lived in Illinois. The former owners of the house had to put the money in escrow so it could be done, and the contract for the work went to someone we didn't know. Well, somehow he never had time to do the job. Parts of the back yard were very soft when it hadn't rained, and I started to fear what I might find when I went outside. Dr. X got the money in the escrow account released to him so he could hire someone else, and then all of a sudden the guy with the contract had time to do the work. You'd better believe we were slow about paying him. Dr. X wanted to tell him he'd lost the money playing craps.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie