Brooke here. I had a dream the other night that Brown and I were adrift in a post-apocalyptic wasteland with no trace of water. We fought, Mad Max style, for survival against marauders in the brutal desert hellscape. Notice I said dream, not nightmare… Remember last week when the new poured concrete A/C platform was flooded out? Well, we raised it another 4 inches, and then we had a This:
There was a lovely period last evening when Brown and I took turns shoveling wet mud against the house in a completely futile effort to keep the basement dry. (We took turns because no matter how much you love your spouse the hour before, or how much you will love them an hour after, there’s always that moment when you realize you’re cold, wet, and furious, and since you’re already digging a grave-sized hole anyhow…) And this was after we had sunk the 50-gallon drywell! I popped the drywell’s overflow grate to check and see if it was doing its job, and it was full to capacity. I think if we hadn’t put it in the weekend before, we’d have been royally pooched.
I went out today and hosed off the wood and the new A/C pad to check the damage.
Ugly as hell but not too bad, considering. Some of the wood shifted off-level during last night’s frantic mud slingery, but we can reseat it before I attach the permanent supports. Still not sure what to do about the A/C… once the French drain is in, the pad should stay dry. Then again, we had assumed a 5-inch elevation was enough. Rain barrels, I think. At least one under each gutter chute. And thirsty plants surrounding the drywell and fig tree.
By the way, we’re freakin’ exhausted today.