It is New Year’s Day, 2012.
I’m home, sitting at the kitchen table. Shane is asleep in the hammock, on the
front porch. I have the door open so I can hear her and look around the corner
of the jam to give an occasional check. Frederick Clyde left to walk to the
internet shop about half an hour ago. I like this quiet time when the kids are
gone or asleep.
Our septic tank was overflowing for the past week. Every flush gave our noses a fresh reminder of a part of the human condition that, with due cause, is seldom the focus of everyday chatter. But when the septic tank overflows we are reminded that the lowly and the great all put out the same crap. Maybe its not a nice thing to think about or proper to mention, but Marilyn Monroe pooped and peed, ever since birth. So did Thomas Edison, Alexander the Great, and Einstein. No more, though. They're all dead. But I'm still alive and pooping (as of this writing), and thankful for the opportunity.
Well, because of today's diggings, there's a new hole in the ground next to the old one and a pipe that connects the two. When the old one overflows, it drains into the new one. Hopefully, we won't have to add a third or a fourth hole. I wouldn't want people thinking we have that much shit to offer the world.
Happy New Year!!!!!
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