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?
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