The milk looked okay and smelled okay, but it certainly didn't taste okay. Blech. The worst part is, I had already swallowed the mouthful by the time the warning signal from my tongue lazily ambled its way to my brain.
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So--because of breakfast--I need to go buy milk, eggs, and bacon. Argh etc.
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The damn window well has started flooding and leaking again. If I had any idea where the freakin' post hole digger is, I'd go out there this afternoon and dig the damn thing out--but I don't.
Dad's solution was to put a sump pump into the window well and run a discharge hose to the side of the house. The problem is, that was done about 15 years ago, and the window well has silted up something awful. There's not enough room for the float switch to swing; so the damn thing either doesn't run at all, or it stays on continuously.
So now I get to go down to the basement every 2 or 3 hours, plug the thing in, and let it run until the window well is empty. But at least now I'm staying ahead of the water, so it's no longer leaking.
My idea of digging the well out--as far down as I can--and filling it with gravel is looking better and better.
I think the guys who built this house half-assed the drainage system, though. Window wells are supposed to drain into something, and usually the concrete foundation of a house is poured onto a level bed of gravel. This provides a sump underneath the concrete box for water to drain into; and the window wells (if any) should be connected to it. Water collects in them, it drains into the gravel, where the sump pump can pump it out.
Apparently there was some thought given to connecting the window wells to the sewer tile--yeah, that would be cheap. That's probably why it was never done; it would simply cost too damned much. The remaining window well is right next to the patio; any such project would mean removing the patio first.
Another alternative would be just to fill the damn thing in with concrete--plug the damn hole and forget about it--but that might violate the building code.
The thing we can't do is leave it be. It's going to be hard enough to sell this place; if it's flooding periodically, that's going to make it even harder--so the leak has got to be fixed, and it'll have to be fixed properly, not with something like Dad's kludge. We'll end up replacing the carpet down there, as well.
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Since the snow was nearly gone, when I went to the range yesterday I took the Escort.
The tires needed air, and the compressor's tank was empty, so while it pumped up I shoveled the few inches of remaining snow off the driveway. It was two patches, neither very large; it took maybe five minutes for me to shovel both of them off the driveway and I was finished with that before the compressor had finished pumping up.
Got the tires to the right pressures, checked the oil--added a quart--and then off I went. It started right up despite sitting for...how long?
The last time I remember driving the Escort was on the 26th, when I got home from Louisiana. I could have driven it subsequently to that, but I don't remember doing so. Certainly the car has sat, unused, since before Feb 1st, because that was the day we got hit with the blizzard. And I'd primarly been driving the Jeep even before that out of laziness and inertia, anyway.
Well, it's all good.
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I'm surprised--though perhaps I should not be--at how quickly the snow melted. It's nearly gone now, but for certain larger piles (such as where the snowblower deposited its discharge).
They're predicting a 50% chance of snow on Sunday. Spring ain't here yet!