So, I'm digging along and look back to see a big gush of water coming out of the digging chain. Yep, right through both the new water and electric lines!
So, you wanna hear about the "Larry and the cat burial" story?
Do ya? I've probably told it before. . .
Oh, whether you do or not, here goes. ..if you've read it before, just ignore the rest of this post:
So, the neighbor's dogs were running loose, and while we were away, they broke in through our patio door screens, killing my beloved cat. As you can imagine, I was pretty upset when we returned home, (the dogs were still inside the room), so I called a police friend and Margie, in that order. When the police officer offer to "dispose" of poor Moose's body, Margie, seeing the look on my face, wisely suggested that perhaps I would prefer that Larry bury him for me. I suggested a spot under our Rose of Sharon trees, and we lovingly prepared a small box for him.
Now, I gotta tell you, Larry is like the typical guy, and even though we had three different sized backhoes within a couple of hundred feet, did he grab the smallest one, (which, I still insist, was more than adequate to to the job
. . . ) NO! He brings down the big, 27,000 lb, JCB 1700 B, extend-a-hoe.
He claims he was simply trying to get the job done quickly and as painlessly as possible.
This simply wasn't meant to be.
The first scoop he takes out pulls up the drain line from our main geothermal system. Well Crap! So, he walks on up around the house and comes in and tells me he had a little problem. I asked him if he shut the system down and he hesitates. . ."well, no. . . ". Oh, crap, crap.
I run for the thermostat, and then downstairs to confirm what I feared, yep, sure enough, now that the outlet of the drain was 6' up in the air outside, all of the water it was putting out was pouring right onto the floor of my woodshop inside! Arrrrrggh.
Ok, we've had enough trauma, so, between he and Margie, they get Moose into the ground carefully and quickly.
The next morning, he decides he'd better repair the drain line, so that we can turn our geo back on. He takes another scoop and proceeds to drag up our water supply line from the well out of the ground. Crap, crap, CRAP.
By this time, it's clear to me that if he had used the little backhoe, he would have had to work a heck of a lot harder to drag those lines out of the ground, but he's not buying. We finally agree that I need to watch for him as he digs to repair BOTH THE DRAIN AND THE WATER SUPPLY, cause GOD only know what else is lurking under the ground for him to hit!
By the time we got all the repairs done and covered up, our teeny tiny little gravesite was large enough to have buried a herd of buffalo!
Geeze. Christy Hicks