Have you ever stopped yourself mid-stream...and asked what the hell you are doing? I did this morning. I looked out my bathroom window to see the septic tank overflowing. This will be nine times that we have had to have it pumped in less than two years. I am sad.
I thought that we could do it. I thought up until last week when I came down with a vicious cold, that I could do this. (perhaps it is the constant coughing that has also worn me down.)
Did we make a mistake? Are we too old for this? Did we jump too fast? Am I just too sick to deal with this right now?
Last winter we had no problem with the tank. It seemed to happen in the spring, summer and fall...and usually before company was to arrive. There are two of us living in this house. We use very little water.
There is no point asking whether we could "go back" on the previous owners. That is not our way. Perhaps the weeping bed was damaged during their move. They, supposedly, had little trouble when they were here. That would not solve the problem, anyway. It is winter and the tank needs to be pumped.
I am sure the situation will be a lot brighter in a few days, when I finally shake this cold...but in the meantime...please have patience while I indulge in a little self-pity.
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