Quest for a dry basement: post the third (in which we hit a small snag)

So, on Tuesday past the dumpsters were delivered to our driveway: one for all the wood from the deck and the other for the rest of the assorted junk in the backyard and garage whose time had come. Quin left for the park that evening telling me all the things he was going to get started on later that evening.

He came back from the park looking a little gray. And sheepish, frankly. He'd been playing football with the other dads at the park and (forgetting that he's neither young nor particularly athletic any more) decided to do a "tuck and roll". One little pop sound later:

Guess which tear is his? Go on, guess. Did you say Grade 3? Bingo! He popped two ligaments and his arm is useless. Now when he takes the boys to the park, I have to stop working and help everyone with their shoes because he can't do anything with his left arm. He can't even sleep laying down yet (and they gave him Vicodin for nighttimes).

Luckily he has a brother who's a starving college student (well, more than, actually. Come September there will be 3). So he came over today to help Quin fill the dumpsters in exchange for food and cash. He'll have a recurring gig this summer, coming over on Saturdays to do all the things that Quin started but didn't finish. It's going to take up to 3 months for his shoulder to heal.

The good news is the concrete guy gets started on Wednesday tearing out the old patio (steps too!) and putting in the new one. I'll post pics when he's done.