Construction notes

Here is my 13 foot deep hole, in which we are burying a Mercedes, I mean, a septic.
This is one of the 40, yes, I did say 40, massive dumptrucks that brought the Special Australian Sand which is so important to the success of a septic in NJ. (I'm kidding. It's not really Australian sand; it is priced as if it were, though)

This scene? That used to be my backyard. They built a road so the trucks wouldn't sink into my nice yard when they brought their multi-ton loads. (Too bad they couldn't do the same thing for my driveway) Here he goes. (The guy running things was looking suspicious so I hid behind my window on this one, which is why the white stuff is there. Rookie, here.)
Dumps away.You thought this was a knitting blog, didn't you?

I just wanted to share the joys of installing a maniacs-run-totally-amok DEP septic in the state of NJ.
Those logs? Two enormous ash trees-that-were.
The bulldozer? That would be parked on my present septic system (despite my requests to not do so. Sometimes it's hard to be a woman.)

The fun just never stops around here.
Yes, that's one of my boys-- no longer building massive Lego warships, he's building something far more formidable... a dump truck.
(That would be the back hoe to end all backhoes out the window)
Looks pretty cheerful doesn't he?
Some nice knitting, you think?
Maybe tomorrow.

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