After finishing with the Dumpster balancing act, which reminded me that I am indeed afraid of heights, we turned our attention to the new foundation. We had to even out the ground inside the footprint so that it would drain properly.
The dirt had soaked up 5 days of rain and become the consistency of dense cookie dough, so the shoveling process was quite a workout.I pulled the battens off the back of the house and cleared away other remnants of the old back porch... until I found a nice surprise in a pile of wet boards: a decomposing opossum. I made a quick exit and got Russell to deal with the carcass.
My day got even more challenging when Russell assigned me to cut the plumbing out of the old bathroom. Not a bad job, until I had to crawl under the house and try to disconnect the sewage pipe. Add claustrophobia to my fears of heights and dead animals, and I was three for three on the day.
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