Ouch

Just.... ouch.

Behold:



Words really can't do this hole justice. Hell, pictures can't really do this hole justice. That thing is about 8 hours of combined effort from the War Department and me. It's roughly five feet deep, four-and-a-half feet long, and a little over two feet wide.

We're trying to dig down to the sanitary sewer line where it comes out from under the foundation at the front of the house. This is so our plumber can install a clean out - and then cap it off and test the system to make sure there are no leaks. The War Department avoided telling me, wisely I think, until we were about three-quarters of the way done that the ONLY reason the plumber needs this particular clean out is for the benefit of the inspector.

At any rate, I can't even begin to tell you how much work that was. The soil isn't soil so much as it is compacted clay with a few big rocks thrown in just for fun. I was so tired after digging for two days that I couldn't even take a picture of the hole. I had to do it on my way to work this morning.

Oh, and lest I forget: it's not done. After moving 78 metric shit-tons of dirt, we hit whatever the hell this this is at the bottom of the pit and decided to just call it a day:



The pipe he needs is down there somewhere. He can bloody well find it. I've had enough digging to last me a month...


PS - No, I don't think going out on Saturday night and over-indulging in red wine, barbecued ribs, and good conversation had anything to do with the pain at all. Why do you ask?