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.