Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Chapter 31: Over Thirty


When I was sixteen, I knew I would never make it past 30. Here I am, ready to turn 60. OMG, I would have been horrified to know that back then. I remember thinking...wow, if I survive, I'll be 46 in the year 2000! No way! Practically ready to go into nursing care!

OK I think it may have been over 30 days since I even posted. Why? Because The Hole only dried out three days ago. And now the weather forecast is for a week of rain! So I have been digging for the last three days. Oh that sounds so much more dramatic than "I have dug a dozen shovelsful a day for the last three days." Anyhow, as my allergies are horrifying right now, and digging causes pathetic heaving of the lungs here, it's amazing I even did that much.

So here is a side by side, in order to view three days' work. First is The Hole as it was early this week.

Second is The Hole now. In order to truly appreciate the size of The Hole thus far, it is helpful to remember that the concrete strip behind it is a foot wide.

My new problem is working out depth. I finally realized that these damn plastic pools have that rim on them:

 ...that is meant to be up and out of both the water in and the dirt surrounding the pool, thusly:

...and eventually the lip is covered with nice rocks, as shown on the blog Old Towne Home. But that's going to be a problem for me if I'm going to reclaim water The Asshat  pours onto my yard. I need my pond to be sunken so that the water will run into it. I won't be worrying about water getting out. Therefore, my plan is to dig the hole quite a bit deeper, sink the pond rim about 4" under the level of the dirt in the back yard, and line the edge with scenic old broken bricks. That will look pretty good (I have some brick raised beds in the yard already) and will not be waterproof enough to prevent water from leaking into the pond.

Hence my digging well beyond the finish date. The plans keep changing! Oh and my allergies have been so debilitating that I'm on 5 different drugs at this point and nobody recognizes my voice. Good time to make prank calls...oh wait, they have caller ID now. Rats. 

Going outside at all is a serious problem for me. I has to dig when I cans!