Musings On Country Life

Several months ago, we moved out to the country. Our home sits on 14 beautiful acres overlooking a river. Is this heaven or hell? As we adapt to country life, I find I need a creative outlet to share the trials and tribulations, as well as the joys of country life.

Ahh . . . . Country Life!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Septic Sucking Service

Christmas was eventful. I should just leave it at that, but just for fun I will share the details. On Christmas Eve morning, I took my son into our storage room to show him our new project. To my surprise, I saw that the septic system had backed up. Super! How am I going to get someone to come out on Christmas Eve and fix this? I called a few neighbors and looked in the phone book. Do you need a septic tank specialist or a plumber for something like this? Most of the plumbers listed “heating and plumbing” and since it was 16 degrees outside, I figured they would be busy, so I called a septic sucking service. Guess what? He is a procrastinator and was in town doing his Christmas shopping.


It turns out that he is a really nice guy and in a couple of hours, he was out at the house to help us out. Now, you try to find the septic system access points in 12 inches of snow. I knew roughly where two were located, but was stumped when he asked about the effluent filter access. Fortunately, with a lot of patience, he found what he needed, unclogged the filter and we were back in business. I took the opportunity to ask him about 5,000 questions and I now know everything there is to know about septic systems. Ask me anything!

It started snowing just as we finished up and the weather man commented that instead of 1-3 inches of snow, we were under a winter weather advisory and could get 2-4 inches. We were soon upgraded to a winter weather warning. We got 12 inches of snow, thank you very much. When my daughter arrived, she could not get up the hill. My husband went out to pull her up, but she slid sideways on the hill and ended up in a 5 foot snow bank at a 45 degree angle. We decided to leave the car till morning and she climbed out the passenger door, stuffed her gifts in the Kubota and they came in. How will Santa ever get here?

The final insult was when the larger burner on my stove decided not to work. Ho, Ho, oh no!

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