Sunday, February 23, 2020
After days of almost constant busyness, yesterday I slipped toward motionless. After taking the horses across the road to John’s pasture, and en route home, I discovered that my septic tank has sprung a leak. Judging from a standing puddle, it’s a sizeable hole. I found the problem site by following (kind description) a scent.
Well, fixing the septic won’t be easy or inexpensive, and the possibilities sapped most of my energy. Shortly later, and more disheartening, the voting tabulations came in from Las Vegas. It seems to me that Bernie’s “change all” enthusiasms are overly optimistic. I needed comfort from smells and politics, so clicked off the tube. I picked up rags and a can of dust-off, and roamed and cleaned throughout the afternoon.
What’s good is knowing that a stretch of time may ease bruising. This morning, my challenges feel less bombastic. I’ll face whatever’s ahead to repair my damaged septic.
Dear Friends: Owning a home is a mixed-bag of rewards and challenges. Diana