When scanning the list of history’s worst jobs ever, I was surprised to find that Ditch Digger wasn’t one of them.

I am so surprised because I spent the better part of my day digging a ditch. This ditch will, one day soon, hold a drainage pipe that will usher the water that currently runs down the downspout from the gutters and up against the side of our house out expediently to the street.

Digging this ditch seemed like a good idea when I first thought of it. It seemed less of a good idea after shoveling a mountain of dirt (and rocks… and clay… and cement) for more than 4 hours. I had my trusty jackhammer with me once again. I don’t remember the jackhammer being so damn heavy last time. Perhaps it was because I only had to break up one measly step last time and not dig a 50-foot, 13-inch deep trench.

Now, my back is sore, my forearms feel weak and the last thing I want to do is dig. But dig I must. You see, there are other projects to finish and I have a deadline of the middle of June.

Babies, please don’t be early!

My Pile ‘O’ Dirt

The trench to end all trenches