Not all it’s cracked up to be.
Must be the Season for Overflowing.
Everybody and their dog seems to be having problems.
No rest for the weary.
Nor for the local plumbers.
Just ask Jimmy’s Plumbing.
Or Keith Higdon.
Or Dale Scott Plumbing.
The washing machine drains its load.
Which comes back up into the shower and commode.
Or the commode continually runs.
No one knows because no one’s been there for a month.
The constantly running water fills up the septic tank.
And backs up into the commode.
I tell ya.
Nothing like running back and forth from pump meter to house meter.
Turn back on.
Meanwhile the full moon watches from above.
What a sight that must’ve been.
Like observing an ant scurrying from Point A to Point B.
Or nothing drains whatsoever.
Which means a mysterious blockage somewhere.
And so on and so forth.
Indoor plumbing is a lot more complicated than pitching lye into a dark hole in the ground.
Still, there’s nothing like being able to do your business inside.
Especially when a cold wind is blowing.
Or it’s 102 degrees and you’re gonna be awhile.
G.K. Chesterton had the right mind-set:
“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered.
An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.”
That from an essay titled, “On Running After One’s Hat.”
The British author (1874-1936) no doubt experienced both outdoor and indoor plumbing.
He also wrote the popular Father Brown mysteries.
And when the wind blew, he always ran after his hat.
Because it was an adventure.
So trip the light fantastic.
Keep a mop handy.
And a plunger too.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.