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Dr. Thompson’s Eye Water
March 6th, 2007
Apparently when we bought our house, the inspector we hired missed the fact that there is a drainage problem in our crawl space, and that our sump pump doesn’t pump rain water out so much as recycle it.
Fixing this mess has required the following exciting weekend activities for the past two months: removing our entire back deck (sawing through pressure-treated wood, fun!), excavating the crawl space from the outside, digging a trench the length of our yard, and laying pipe (ha ha, she said laying pipe) in it and then pouring gravel over that. Now we get to poke around in the bowels of the crawlspace to direct said laid pipe (shut up, you!), as well as pour a concrete wall.
Whaddaya mean “we,” woman?
Did I say we? I meant he. Kevin gets every iota of credit for all of this husbandry. He’s doing everything himself; all I’ve done to assist is 2 short back-breakiing hours of shoveling gravel. (Not to interject too much buff bloggery, but shoveling heavy loads is great for the shoulders and lats, but hell on the lower back until you get the hang of it…)
Cool silver-lining of otherwise tedious unfunness: We now have a steadily growing collection of rust-covered wrenches, pipes, wires, and unidentifiable metal parts, most of them probably circa 1942, the year our house was built. One man’s junk is an anthropologist’s treasure… Eye Water, anyone?
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That’s a really cool bottle. But a helluva lot of work for such a small return!
Yeah - wish we had more weird old bottles and fewer metal mystery parts, which are harder to sell on eBay.
You need to beg, borrow or buy a metal detector. No telling what you might find with one of those. Not just under the house, either, but also around the yard.