I mentioned in the post below something about responding rightly to whatever might be hurled our way. So, as I sit here with my cute husband reflecting on the day, I am compelled to tell you what was hurled my way today.
It was really a fine day. We got lots and lots done. Good fun at breakfast with kids. Jim Stowe came with fabulous French pastries, and then he painted the kitchen blue. David made pakoras. I enjoyed some good rich fellowship with a sweet dear friend this morning. Four or five loaves of bread were baked and either eaten or given away.
And then the septic system backed up. It backed up in a big and ferocious manner directly into my guest room. The large area rug in that room will be going to the dump on Tuesday. I will not share any other details.
It turns out that we don’t just have the one septic tank that we KNEW we had. We probably have another, secret, hidden tank. So how wonderful…..our yard will be dug up tomorrow as the septic man searches for the phantom tank.
I must say that my sweet son Michael took one look at the carnage of flooding and misery on the guest room floor, and without a second’s hesitation, he got everything necessary to clean up the mess. It’s way more pleasant to clean that stuff up when you have a buddy working alongside you!
The moral of this story is: if you have a blog, beware of tossing confident remarks on it regarding what may or may not be hurled your way. Because something just might happen.
One other interesting tid-bit. Upon seeing the news of thousands of grounded airplanes in Europe due to the volcano erupting in Iceland, I remarked loudly that I was just so very very thankful Jon had just returned from Norway the day before.
Well, it turns out that my favorite brother in law, Hans Olav, was in Brussels, trying to get home to Oslo for his wife’s birthday party. And no planes are flying in Europe. So he is scrapping together train schedules and trying to get his carcass home by tomorrow morning, as he is hosting this event. I guess this puts my little septic eruption into perspective.