LizStreithorst
01-05-2021, 08:20 PM
I thought I had a leak and I was right. It's in a place that was first repaired when a huge piece of equipment rolled over it several times. This was 13 years ago and it had held until just recently when a large tractor rolled over it several times grading the dirt I had dumped into the carport.
Today I decided that that standing water that was slowly making it's way toward my house's foundation was not due to rain. I checked the water meter and I saw that little wheel slowly going around so I knew I was right.
Now I know how to fix this. I would have taken on the job several years ago before the discs in my back decided to degenerate. I needed was a young man with a strong back. I don't know one of those.
I hate asking someone I don't know if they could help me but I drove up the road to Boe Hog farm. The son of the guy who runs the slaughter house worked for me years ago and was the best employee I ever had. I went into the office and there was a white man running it so I was releived that I didn't have to describe my problem in my poor Spanish. I told him what my problem was and was sure to drop the name of the manager of the slaughter house and his wonderful son. He said that he was sure he could find someone to help me. He called me later and said that a young man would be over to fix me up and that I was not to pay him because "that's what neighbors are for". I refused that kind offer, of course. It's going to be a hard, wet, filthy getting job.
It can be difficult being a little old lady living alone out in the sticks, but people sure are nice out here. I can't imagine living in a suburb anywhere where anyone would offer to do something for free. I feel blessed.
Today I decided that that standing water that was slowly making it's way toward my house's foundation was not due to rain. I checked the water meter and I saw that little wheel slowly going around so I knew I was right.
Now I know how to fix this. I would have taken on the job several years ago before the discs in my back decided to degenerate. I needed was a young man with a strong back. I don't know one of those.
I hate asking someone I don't know if they could help me but I drove up the road to Boe Hog farm. The son of the guy who runs the slaughter house worked for me years ago and was the best employee I ever had. I went into the office and there was a white man running it so I was releived that I didn't have to describe my problem in my poor Spanish. I told him what my problem was and was sure to drop the name of the manager of the slaughter house and his wonderful son. He said that he was sure he could find someone to help me. He called me later and said that a young man would be over to fix me up and that I was not to pay him because "that's what neighbors are for". I refused that kind offer, of course. It's going to be a hard, wet, filthy getting job.
It can be difficult being a little old lady living alone out in the sticks, but people sure are nice out here. I can't imagine living in a suburb anywhere where anyone would offer to do something for free. I feel blessed.