Unfortunately for me, I had a job the other day to do here at the house that was less than fun. We moved into an 80-some year old house, and with it came little obstacles that I must fix. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the work it takes to get this house just like we want it, but this is a job I could have lived without. There is a gargantuan hole beneath my house, that apparently some early 1900's heating engine used to sit. Obviously, I don't know the specifics, but our current heat pump sits within the crawl space, above the huge hole. Over time this hole has accumulated at least 100 gallons of water, probably from below rather than from above. With the mosquito and overall bug problem, I knew I had to get rid of this water soon. I hate mosquitos and they love me. It's my biggest problem with the fall of man, because you KNOW ol' Adam and Eve didn't have to deal with little flying vampires in the garden till they bit that apple, then all hell broke loose.
After pumping this water into my neighbors yard, (and I can't begin to explain what kind of mutated fungal bacterialized critters were in there) I crawled in and started digging. The objective was to dig, with two different sized shovels, and fill in the hole. Well, this hole is very large, so my objective changed after working extremely hard for 30 minutes and hardly making a dent. I just wanted enough of this dry dirt that had been pushed aside (and took up crawl space) to cover the remaining water in the hole, which was approximately 5 to 10 gallons. I worked from my stomach for about 30 minutes, breaking up hard dirt and pushing it in the hole with shovels. I worked another 30 minutes standing in the hole and raking the dirt into the hole with me. As you can imagine, I was a site to see after I was finished. My shoulders were SUPER sore from the work. I woke up the next morning and I swear that even my FAT was sore. I remember thinking, I wish I could hire some Doozers. For those of you that don't know what a Doozer is, here is a couple pictures:
Call me crazy, but do you know what kind of money these guys could have made with me that day? If I had Jim Henson's phone number, he would have had 7 voicemails. That little dozer and those little dudes could have gotten that entire hole filled in in one day. Don't you remember seeing them on Fraggle Rock? They were ALWAYS working. They were the equivalent of hard working Hispanics in the Fraggle Rock world. You know they were underpaid too.... You never saw them talking and sitting around, or eating lunch or taking a snack time... everytime we saw them, they didn't even take time to wave at the camera. They just kept digging and doozing. Anyhow... Don't be surprised if you come to the house and see a few of them grilling out with us or something, cause if I find them, I'll do whatever I can to make sure they finish that job...
