Friday, December 11, 2015

God rest ye, merry gentlemen


Another day of hard labor outside, with final work on the lines and the 7-foot holes filled back in.  Oh my, not everyone goes to work and sits at a computer all day.  There are still some back-breaking jobs in this world.  How would we get by without young men?

Harold is working alone, which seems like a mind-boggling amount of work for one person with a shovel.  But not a word of complaint. At least he gets a break on the weather. We're right between storms, although I can already see the clouds forming out to the west bringing the next drenching tomorrow.


This is what 110-year old Seattle sewer line looks like.
Maybe I'll make a souvenir flower pot?
So what falls apart comes together again.  The yard is looking a bit trampled and bedraggled, but Nature will soon perk things right up again.  The checkbook will take a little longer.


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