Riddled with root balls.
Learning. Good afternoon from sunny, warm Vermont. Friday I learned that our main Orangeburg sewage pipe was riddled with root balls. An excavation crew arrives Monday morning to clear several trees and replace the pipe with a sturdier substance. We surely know the bane and blessing of home ownership. “The blessing is what?” you might ask. With the trees cut down and wood chipped, more light will pour into the house. And of course, we’ll have working toilets again!
But Friday, as I watched the large pipe snake through our kitchen to remove what needed to go, I felt like I was walking into Peace Cottage for the first time, mud and sewage on the floor galore. When the crew left, I scrubbed and tidied to make the kitchen home again–just like Lucy.
So Monday I’ll stay home with a different work crew and this unexpected time off will provide me with some time to write more of Quill Point, another blessing, although my boss at work might not see it that way. He’s been more than flexible this year. When eventually a buyer comes to visit our house for the first time, I’ll walk her over to where our new sewage line is and I’ll tell her, “Underneath this spot of earth, you’ve got a beautiful pipe.”I’m sure that will clinch the deal.
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