What a day. I tried...
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What a day. I tried to find our septic tank lid. The former owner of our acreage told me
the tank's location: a triangular area near the driveway. Ire powered me as I removed the
dirt to about eighteen inches deep, displacing well-situated tulip bulbs. Angrily, I rammed
a steel rod into the earth every six inches. No success. I couldn't even find the tank.
Friends cautioned that we'd have to pump the tank soon. "Don't let it happen during the winter," they warned. We had just moved from busy Los Angeles. Due to my scheming, we ended up in one of Iowa's most remote places, our nearest neighbors a mile away. It was my wife's fault, I felt. My shoveling and throwing was aimed metaphorically at her. Our cats felt the effects, too. For them, it wasn't figurative; they were airborne often. For the only time in my life, I suffered high blood pressure.
The next Sunday, I discussed my sewage dilemma with a new church friend. He advised me to buy a product that consumes the waste. You flush it down the toilet once a month. That was fourteen years ago. I still don't know the tank's location, but this I know: Daily I should flush my worry and bitterness.
Friends cautioned that we'd have to pump the tank soon. "Don't let it happen during the winter," they warned. We had just moved from busy Los Angeles. Due to my scheming, we ended up in one of Iowa's most remote places, our nearest neighbors a mile away. It was my wife's fault, I felt. My shoveling and throwing was aimed metaphorically at her. Our cats felt the effects, too. For them, it wasn't figurative; they were airborne often. For the only time in my life, I suffered high blood pressure.
The next Sunday, I discussed my sewage dilemma with a new church friend. He advised me to buy a product that consumes the waste. You flush it down the toilet once a month. That was fourteen years ago. I still don't know the tank's location, but this I know: Daily I should flush my worry and bitterness.
