While I'm waiting, there is stuff I have to do. Our side yard has to be cleared of the hammock, the bird feeder, the pile of yet to be stacked firewood along with any other detritus that might in the way of the back hoe which must come in and repair the septic tile bed. Oh the joys of living in the country! Well it functioned perfectly for thirty-three years, but developed an unfortunate limp, (you don't really need the details I'm sure but I will reassure you that the mobility impediment never limped into the house), in the last two months. The experts have inspected and given their counsel. Of course after thirty-three years, the construction codes have changed a wee bit and there is still the matter of a health permit to be secured. It seems the health department began their long weekend early because nobody returned our call of Friday morning. Still after, thirty-three years, I suppose there is no cause for complaint. It's been a good marriage of form and function. The grass is always greener over the septic tile bed (thanks Erma Bombeck)!
Speaking of marriages...mine is thirty-six years old tomorrow! Gosh, a lot of water under the bridge since 1975! By my tally out of the people who were guests at our wedding, we've witnessed twelve passings over these years (1 set of grandparents, 1 great aunt, both sets of parents, two uncles, 1 aunt and 2 cousins) and there have been ten births. We can claim two of those births and boast of our two great kids born and raised, along with a brand new daughter-in-law this year. Also not to be forgotten as they are cherished family members, we lay claim to two dogs dearly loved, both german shepherds, and Sophie our third beloved dog (shepherd, husky mix) lying at my feet as I write. We're healthy and comfortable.
This is as good as it gets. The labour has been worth it.