.... after the first snow. The dawning sun highlights a shadow snake, the result of the work of my moles. I don't mind; I do not maintain a green carpet lawn anyway, though I do try to keep the dirt covered with vegetation. The sharp-eyed will notice a small white flag in the lower right and a yellow flag in top center. The yellow is one of a series marking the natural gas line. the white my sewer line. As a general rule, nothing good can come from flags marking underground lines and it cannot bode well for the pocketbook.
A couple of weeks ago while hauling some brush away I noticed damp earth, even a small trickle of water down in the alley where the manhole is. As it hadn't rained recently, I assumed I had a broken sewer pipe as a couple of my neighbors recently had. I called the plumber and he confirmed my suspicions, with an outside chance it was the watermain. They were scheduled to dig up and replace my sewer line yesterday - my very loooong sewer line. I was hoping to get by for $1000? $2000? Then early in the morning I got a call from Barb Wilford, the plumber's wife. "It turned out it was a broken watermain. It won't cost you anything." Except my share of next year's village taxes. :-)
4 comments:
That should keep you smiling through the winter!
You got lucky! Hopefully the main cracked close to the street and they won't have to dig up too much of your backyard. Those moles are about to get a lesson in excavation.
Fine fiction: snake trails, tension over water leaks, summed up with happy ending. The End.
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