A few days after we brought Sweet P home from Nanna and Poppa’s, where Mama was convalescing, our showers and tub backed up. Ew. Back to Nanna and Poppa’s.
Daddy met the plumbers and found out that our sewer line had collapsed in the drought (a thirsty tree broke into the old clay lines looking for a drink). So we had the line partially replaced and found out the rest of it was going to be replaced by the city “next week” -even though the city had said it was going to be done six months ago.
Oh well, better late than never.
This is what it looked like while they were working (incidentally it was not the next week, but rather a month later; which was fine with us since we then felt like we got our money’s worth from the repairs we paid for):
That sad maple in the bottom right corner there (that we managed to keep alive through two droughts and two harsh winters) went very brown and crispy while out of the ground in this heat. But he’s started putting out some new green now, so he just might make it after all.