Yesterday was another day getting close and personal with the pick and shovel. If you haven’t seen it, don’t miss <a href=”https://www.jaworskihouse.com/blog/index.php?/archives/181-Manual-Labor-Sunday.html” title=”prior post about manual labor”>my earlier post</a> about the irrigation plumbing work that was long overdue, and somewhat tragically wasn’t able to get done.<br />n<br />nI thought I had a good idea of where that line might be, I mean, c’mon, it <strong><em>has</em></strong> be be right around this area somewhere!<br />n<br />nThe strategy was to sink a couple of holes where I thought the line might be, and then trench around in each direction a bit until I hit the line. Once I located it, I could cut it cleanly and glue a cap onto it.<br />n<br />nAfter digging down anywhere from 16 to 20 inches (41 to 50 cm), making a trench that was getting way too long, and spending a good few hours on a serious upper body workout, I never stumbled across it. Finally, it was getting later in the afternoon, I didn’t want to get too overworked on this Sunday before going back to work tomorrow, so I forced myself to stop. Part of the decision to stop was from frustration. And despair. I felt I could keep going and going, and never hit it. And if I never came across it, there would always be a question in my mind, Did I go down far enough?<br />n<br />nDecision was made to leave the trenches and holes open and call around a bit to see if there’s a tool at a rental house that might help in locating that plastic pipe. Or perhaps I could call a plumber or contractor and get some advice. Or perhaps if I let the problem bounce around my subconscious for a few days, a fabulous idea may pop up.<br />n<br />nHere’s hoping that great idea finds its way into my head within the next couple of days!