So what’s been going on is four days of the Great Backyard Bird count (Friday through Monday) and unearthing the septic tank as well as the kitchen drain and grease trap, in preparation for having someone come out with a sewage sucking service to pump it out. Among the exciting discoveries in the archaeology project (along with bits of pipe and other things from earlier repairs and installations) was the rediscovery of the exact route of the electrical line from the service box to the outlet by the lily pond for the water garden pump.
Sometimes old-fashioned tools are better…at least, slower, so there’s time to think “What’s that funny white thing” before chomping a live electrical supply line in half. The chief excavator and his helper are taking a rest, below:
Later in the day, the entire top of the septic tank was uncovered and a trench begun around it to aid in getting the lids off without dropping dirt into the tank. (Yes, it has three slabs of concrete on the top. ) The cat is our old cat Cleo, who came to us as a frightened stray and turned out to be a superb mouser, ratter, and rabbiter in her younger days. It took years before she consented to being in the house at all, and still prefers to go out and drink from the pond rather than tap water in her bowl. We make sure she’s in at night and any time it’s cold or wet…though now she wants to come in after getting a drink and digging her own feline jacks and filling it in.
The previous project is now pretty much finished, at least in terms of excavation: the new drain line is in and working, and the grease trap is exposed for inspection.
Looks better than that first picture in the Paksworld Plumbing post, doesn’t it?
This morning various things kept me from doing what I’d planned. The afternoon was spent driving to the city and conferring with David Watson at New World Arbalest about making my own darning egg. (My mother had a small one. I can’t find it. Besides, it was pink. And David has a lathe and is going to teach me to use it.) We’ve picked a time (after Gulf War, the SCA event for which he is finishing a slew of crossbows and bolts, not the political situation) and a piece of wood (cherry.) Then we talked horses and writing too long and I was late down to the church for supper and choir practice, and on the way home needed to stop for milk.
Tomorrow the farrier comes early to trim Mac’s hooves. Mac, the drama queen. Mac is a very handsome fellow and knows it, and also knows that he should be admired and made much of and not asked to do anything but d/e/m/a/n/d/ accept handouts. So, as it’s almost midnight and I got home late from choir practice, as mentioned before. We had hoped the septic tank could be pumped out tomorrow, AFTER the farrier was through trimming Mac.but the septic tank guy was over in Marble Falls on an emergency and didn’t call when he got back, so the emergency may be ongoing. Maybe it can be pumped out Friday.
And that’s what’s going on here and why I haven’t written you folks another post or hunted up another snippet. It may still be a few days, sorry.