Randa and I decided to take advantage of the late light last night after Bible study to continue the huge patio/landscape/flower garden/flood control project in the back yard, which is actually the side yard, but anyway, that’s a different discussion. “Flood control” is a bit misleading since it has nothing to do with the river; our house sits on a slight hill, well above the flood plain.
It has to do, rather, with basement flooding. The yard slopes toward the house from both the west and the north and the foundation back fill settled, significantly, over the years, creating low spots right against the house. Any time there’s a hard rain, or even a slightly ambitious medium-hard rain, we get water in the basement. Not inches of water, just a nice pool right around the clothes dryer or under the steps. Or, if the wind is at a particular direction and the rain at a very high rate, there’s a mysterious channel through the hollow terra cotta tile block foundation that lets water (and mud) flow in from the base of the door from the laundry room into the furnace room. I haven’t been able to figure out where exactly the intake point is but it is very easy to trace the output; there’s a nice reddish orange brown residue trace going rather directly from the base of that door to the floor drain conveniently located several feet away.
Thus, our motivation for the aforementioned project has an element of pragmatism as well as a healthy lust for aesthetic beauty. What it also had last evening was a dousing bit of humidity. Even though the sun had disappeared behind the trees and hills and it seemed rather cooler than it had a couple of hours earlier, my shirt was soaked with sweat within fifteen minutes of digging dirt away from the foundation around the northwest corner. After half-an-hour, I began considering connecting an IV drip to sustain my hydration needs. It wasn’t the most pleasant time for physical exertion but there was an element of compulsion: more rain in the forecast for last night.
The world and eternity are filled with consequences for waiting for a more convenient time to do what needs to be done. Eventually, the lack of attention and prevention allows even the foundations to be destroyed. Whether it is conservation or a conversation that needs to take place, postponement often leaves us with more work than it would have taken a day or two earlier.
Maybe today is the day for whatever it is you’ve been putting off? I might even come up with one or two items myself…