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Day 3, last 10 feet of drainage ditch.
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For a total of 30 perforated feet.
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I really hope this helps the flooding because it was a serious sh*t ton of work.
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The amount of stone and rock they hauled out of there was ridiculous.
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But it’s done.
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And now we wait for a big rain storm… with our fingers crossed.
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Work continued on the second drainage pipe ditch.
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It’s hard work.
Hard on your knees… hard on your back.
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Because my husband didn’t want to damage the lawn any more than necessary the trench was dug by hand…. with a pick ax and trowels.
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And once it was laid, attached…
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And covered over, my husband decided he wanted another 10 feet of pipe.
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Which meant more work and more rocks.
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To be continued…
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One side of the drainage trench was dug.
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And the perforated pipe was attached to the catch basin and set in place.
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The hose was deployed to simulate rain…
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And water flowed.
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When installation was deemed satisfactory, backfill was added.
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From the lovely little plywood backed dirt piles .
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Hard to believe this took two men almost 8 hours….
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But when my husband is involved there will be some serious chatting along with the working.
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Working with our contractor has ended for now but will resume in a week or two. And God forbid my retired husband should enjoy himself and do something fun. No…
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He’s decided to lay perforated drainage pipe.
You know, the one I told him to lay last year when he installed that drainage box.
Ever since we had the driveway redone last year water has been funneling down to our kitchen landing/porch and in heavy rain we step outside to a river.
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The catch basin was a good idea, but the husband poo poo’d the extra effort involved in laying pipe saying it wasn’t necessary.
Guess what?
It was.
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So today…
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Trench work began.
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With some help from his cousin.
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Rock and clay don’t make it easy.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is an interactive television watcher.
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Especially when it’s a Nature documentary on birds of prey.
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Summer is coming.
You’re welcome.
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It’s been a weird, cold and wet spring. We still have temperatures dropping to 40 so while the grass is a stunning vibrant green…
Most of the trees haven’t leafed out yet.
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Not that His Lordship cares, there are still mice to hunt.
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The Orioles are still here and eating jars of grape jelly faster than I can buy them. They’re beautiful and hungry.
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A bluebird, just because.
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Our resident fox is a beauty.
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Healthy, bright eyed and judging from this photo?
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Possibly a momma.
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Who likes to lie down while eating.
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It’s finally happened.
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My husband put his Harley up for sale.
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After one last ride that almost made him change his mind.
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He bought the bike in 2009, without me knowing because asking forgiveness is easier than asking permission.
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We already had one motorcycle and certainly didn’t need another….
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But his friend Jim’s brother had died and left the bike to Jim who didn’t ride.
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It’s an ‘87 FXLR that was completely stripped down and rebuilt, powder coated, switched from chain to belt, digital instrumentation, extra chrome… custom all the way.
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To the tune of $27,000. We have the paperwork.
Since the owner was a friend who wanted his late brother’s bike to have a good home, my husband purchased it for a quarter of that price.
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Sounds like a great deal but …
(You knew there would be a but.)
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Just because it’s custom doesn’t mean it’s comfortable, which it isn’t. The back seat is tiny… and my derrière is not. I could ride about a half an hour tops, before screaming uncle. And the late brother was a tall man, my husband is not… so shifting was a bit of an uncomfortable stretch.
It’s also a Harley, which means it breaks down frequently. That’s fine if you’re a gear head tinkerer, expensive as Hell if you’re not.
I’ve been squawking about hubby selling it for almost as long as we’ve had it but last weekend, without any prompting from me…. out it went on the front lawn. Miracles do happen.
Of course his asking price is about $3,500 over what it should be… so whether he’s really serious about letting it go is debatable.
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My (not so) retired husband was working a job with our contractor yesterday.
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It consisted of ripping off siding, removing a door, framing over it and putting up new siding.
While the contractor dealt with the door, my spouse removed the siding…
Only to find this buried underneath.
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It was at that exact moment the homeowner came out to check their progress and my husband had to explain, no… he wasn’t the artist.
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Six Baltimore Orioles stopping by for a brief time on their way to northern breeding grounds.
Put out oranges and grape jelly the first time you see one… then sit back and enjoy the bright orange show.
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Our beautiful fox shows up every day at dusk.
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We think she has a den in our back woods.
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And though I put special food out for her, every once in a while she steals the bread I put out for the birds.
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Because everyone needs to carb load now and then.
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😊
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