Did I mention that we are having some sewer issues?
As in the pipe that takes the SEWAGE (can we discuss that sewer is spelled sewEr and sewage is spelled sewAge? What's that all about?) out of my house has a crack?
The crack is under my foundation?
He's never seen anything like it.
It seems that before we owned the house, the original owners patched said crack.
And a few weeks ago, after a day of torrential rain, we came home and found this.
Can you tell what it is?
It's a large sinkhole. Along the foundation of the house (the west side, near the side porch, if you must know).
First they thought it was the underground gutter line that was cracked.
Then they saw that no, no such luck.
It's our main sewer line.
And thus poo is seeping into our ground.
I want to vomit.
So they told us that since the pipe is positioned all strangely, they need to jackhammer our basement floor.
"You don't have a finished basement, do you?"
Oh no, Mr. Hunter Sewers. That ship sailed about six months ago when our 70s paneled basement became the scary slasher basement.
So they started the pipe repair yesterday.
This is what I came home to.
The view from looking down the stairs. Unfortunately, blogger has decided to rotate the picture. I can't get it back. So rotate your head or your screen if you need to get the full effect.
And the hole.
It's about 3 feet by 2 feet and 3 feet deep.
There is water in the bottom of it.
I am scared.
This one is also rotated. That is my basement wall on the bottom of the picture.
The heap of earth.
It's not even dirt or rubble.
Probably with poo in it.
Back to my title.
Remember in the Shawshank Redemotion when Tim Robbins bangs the stone on the sewage pipe to escape from prison?
And he crawls through the river of poo?
Well we have a mountain of poo to climb over.
To get to this.
The soda stash.
Notice the the disproportionate amount of Fresca.
Yes, it was all free, thankyouverymuch.