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June 26, 2010

Catastrophe!

We were tired going into this weekend, sick of early morning watering sessions and dealing with monster weeds, roasted by the sun or soaked by erratic torrential downpours and eaten alive by bugs, straining backs and shoulders hauling rocks and putting our fence back up, exhausted by the huge number of tasks ahead of us with our August long weekend event as the deadline for getting it all done.... People think we're crazy. But, as Richard just pointed out, we chose to do it. We want to do it because we want a gorgeous yard.

What we didn't plan to do, and thought we'd prevented when we dealt with similar problems 3 years ago, is to dig up our septic field. We certainly didn't want to be doing this just after we levelled the entire area with new soil and seeded it with very expensive grass!

And now, neighbour Jonathan in his backhoe is on trench number three in that nice new lawn, to the depth of Richard's waist.

The septic has been pumped out and the blockage or break traced to the field out back, so that's somewhat of a relief. Yesterday when the drains in the basement backed up (after 3 loads of laundry), our first fearful thought was that the depth we dug out of the hillside beside the house, followed by heavy equipment and fully loaded dumptrucks driving over it, had cracked the pipe that leads from the tanks to the field at the point closest to the house. I've been babying that area along for two months, trying to combat the weeds in the cheap topsoil. We even re-seeded two weeks ago to fill it in more. So it really would have been tragic to drive over that with the backhoe treads and dig holes in it. I'd be crying right now.

As it is, we're both kind of in shock. This can't be happening!! Even more frustrating than the work (not to mention expense!) that's gone before this being ruined, is the fact that with only a month until our event, and more importantly, only a week or so until the tanks will be full to overflowing again, Richard feels we cannot go on our annual holiday to visit the Lunds on Marrowstone next weekend. This would be our tenth year in a row. We look forward to it so much because all we do is sit around and relax. It's really our only vacation most years. I need it so badly - my new boss arrives right after the weekend and my job is going to get 3 times busier and potentially 10 times more stressful, so the timing of this holiday couldn't have been better. Now I feel sick. And sad.

I hope they find the 'T' in the field and the blockage quickly and don't have to dig the whole damn field up and replace it. I don't want to know what just having the septic guy here for over 6 hours is going to cost. Aaaggghhh! We just can't win. I thought the evil weeds that came in the topsoil and invaded our new lawn were bad; this is more than I can take, and Richard is near to a breaking point. I won't be surprised if he wakes up with a crooked back tomorrow.

So there you have it, one more reason why I haven't posted our Moab holiday photos yet, much less shots of our new yard. Now I have photo documentation of today's little drama. Sigh. I have to get back out there and continue with all the other tasks that aren't going to get done standing around mourning over the holes in my lawn. If only this had happened this spring BEFORE we finished digging up and redoing that part of the yard!! I don't normally swear on this blog, but it seems appropriate in this case. Ah, shit.

Posted by anita at June 26, 2010 5:35 PM