Inching forward or possibly drilling through

The septic drainfield is, at long last, done!!! Or at least, almost done.

Hooray, hooray, hooray!!

But ...

of course, there's a but ...

As I mentioned back in Chapter one, the contractors who poured the foundation installed the pipe for the septic outlet too high. Not hooray; that little problem has come back to bite us in the ... septic system.

The outlet, says the county, must be located a foot below the surface, which means that poor DH must either drill a new hole through the solid cement foundation or dig underneath it. Digging would be easier; it's a question of whether that will permit enough of a drop for the gravity-fed system.

And so the fun continues.

I don't believe I've mentioned the roof truss people lately. They continue to express their annoyance, via the lumber salesman. 
On the bright side, we have been fortunate in the weather, which has been dry and sunny. The forecast calls for rain on Wednesday, and several days thereafter.

Septic trauma

It has not been a charming week.

I am very tired of mud. Mud everywhere you walk. Mud on our boots. Mud on the dog. Mud on the towels used to clean the dog. Mud on the floor, mud on the bed. I do not like it, Sam I Am.

The forecast calls for rain, showers, chance of showers, chance of rain, and chance of showers. Also, fog.  

The septic system remains in progress, with a great deal of hand shoveling remaining to be done. In the mud.

I am very tired of mud.

Also, the lumber salesman called DH to complain that the roof truss company has been complaining to him. We are still not ready for the roof trusses, because there still is no building to put them on.There will not be a building to put them on until we build it. Which we will do ... someday ... I hope.

DH thinks he may have broken or damaged a small bone in his foot, that keeps hurting like the dickens, and has been for some time. I am in physical therapy for my arm. Which the physical therapist thinks is connected to my neck. I resisted the urge to break into song. 

Onward we go.

Did I mention that I'm tired of mud?