Friday, September 3, 2010
A Crappy Day
When my son called to say hi and find out how my day was going, I had to tell him I was up to my armpits in doodah. I was scooping buckets of poop out of the barn at the time, and had put in a call to my Go-To guy because the septic tank was/is overflowing. If the bathrooms weren't upstairs, they'd be backing up...yech. That's something for which to be grateful. There are so many things flatlanders take for granted: electricity, sewers, running water at the turn of a tap. Water conservation is a way of life up here so the well won't run dry. I can't imagine how much work and money is going to be involved in this septic tank situation; not sure I want to think about it too hard. The free-range chickens and turkeys think it is a bonanza with that damp dirt to scratch and cool off in. (There's always a bright side for somebody.) Like "Waiting for Godot," I'm waiting for Go-To. He's going to fit me into his schedule when he can. In the meantime, there's no other way to say it, it's a crappy day.