On April 28, 2007, I emailed myself this search on wishing wells on Yahoo!.
Why? It's a bit of a long story, exciting with the turgid action of sump pumps and theoretical underground springs flowing beneath houses on their way to the Conodoguinet Creek here in Camp Hill. Short story - I've been planning for quite a while now to dig a hole to place a dry well, complete with varying shallows of rock and gravel sizes, in an effort to get the sometimes thousands of daily gallons of water that my basement sump pump forces into my front yard BACK into the ground, where I believe a spring lies. And over that dry well? Well, back in April 2007, I thought it should be a faux wishing well, although now I think a metal and wood bench will do just fine.
The wishing well isn't really the issue. The issue is the date. It's been over a year now, and here's the progress I've made:
I bought a dry well tub.
I decided on getting a bench rather than a wishing well.
TADA! No wonder I run a small business rather than a industrial empire, with such effort and results. Can you say "put it off" as often as I can? I think you can beat me, but only because I'll procrastinate about saying it.
The real feat that I don't feel like undertaking is the digging. I dug a hole half as deep and half as wide for a Smoke Tree I planted about 7 years ago, about 10 feet away, and it was a pisser. My front yard is clay and shale and bigger freaking rocks, all under a thin veneer of grass. When I see bigger freaking rocks, I mean the kind that are big enough that you decide to stop digging. Too thick and too big in horizontal coverage. That's okay when you're planting a tree. That's not okay when you're spending an afternoon putting in a dry well.
So this post is my marker, my promise to myself that I will do this eventually this summer - or fall. Okay, that's procrastinating, but it's not the kind of procrastinating that would take it into another year, well, unless the weather was bad, and something else came up, and I hurt my knee, and blahtedyblahblah. No, this is the year. I promise.