Hitting Bottom
Last night I got home from work and Bernardo very enthusiastically took me to the basement stairs so I could see…this:
Upon closer examination, I also found this:
We are getting French drains. And a checkvalve, and a sump pump.
I ran back upstairs and poured a lovely glass of very cold pinot grigio.
What do you mean by “French drains?”
Truthfully? I have no idea. All I know is that it means a trench is dug around the perimeter of the basement. We have a dumpster out front. I try to ignore everything and go to work. Bernardo is in charge of infrastructure. I do aesthetic design.