Every Village Needs a Ditch Digger

Boys dig holes to bury treasure, Derek digs holes to bury our flooding woes.

It was a busy weekend, and Saturday, we had other, more important things to do...

Photo taken at 8:00am... yup I said AM

But Sunday, while I was busy doing my domestic duties--laundry, cleaning, vacuuming, saving the world, grocery shopping, meal planning, ya know, the usual--Derek was busy digging away. He filled in a hole and added a fancy drain...

And he dug a much bigger hole...

This was just now, after a monsoon last night, and more rain this afternoon

The project is far from finished, but another section of the moat got covered before the day was done, and another drain was added...

The ultimate goal is to have a perforated pipe, wrapped in a "sock," (to keep the dirt out) buried underground from the front to the back of the back yard, and for the gutters to feed directly into it. But really, does anyone read this blog because they're interested in french drains? If so, please stop reading now because the rest of this post is not for you. If not, THANK GOODNESS!! That junk is boring! So here is a little non sequitur about our evening last night, and our glorious fur baby.

Lucy does not like loud noises like doorbells, car horns, door slamming, knocking and...

but in addition to the evil vacuum cleaner, Lucy's other loud noise enemy is thunder. And last night our unfinished drainage was put to the test, and thunder accompanied it.

12:47am Lucy, who just got a bath, decided to go outside and bark at the thunder to scare it away. We got up, retrieved her, closed the dog door, and attempted to go back to sleep.

2:23am(ish) Charlie our cat decided that he did not like the dog door closed, and that he needed to get outside... NOW. So he decided to walk up against the blinds over and over making abnoxious noise, pissing off Lucy (causing her to bark), and waking us up. We  yell at him and throw things at him (don't hate, look at that time, and tell me you wouldn't throw something at him!), and he stops. We once again attempt to sleep.

3:??am Charlie no longer is content being inside, and throwing things at him is no longer working. Derek gets up and deals with him, and I am wide awake.

I am awake, and wish I was asleep, but no matter how hard I fake it, I just can't make it. So I peek one eye open and hope that I have plenty of time to fall back asleep before my alarm goes off 4:44am. 

FML

5:00am My alarm clock goes off.

Are there ear plugs for dogs...with long floppy ears? Or, perhaps, is there a way to sound proof your house from thunder?? ... I'll add that to Derek's list.