After going over to read the headlines on Drudge (Haven’t turned on TV yet)
I come back rejoicing over one thing:
This world is not my home
I’m only passing through.
My treasure’s all laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue.
The Angels beckon me to heaven’s open door
and I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.
Calling a plumber on Saturday is expensive.
It also takes most of the day if you live in a house built in 1972. It has old pipes
Lestwise that’s what the plumber said. It was ok yesterday. Completely stopped up this morning. I don’t know what happened. The plumber said “old pipes”. That’s all.
I once had to dig up a septic tank during a CT snowstorm on a Saturday morning while my husband, OF COURSE, was out to sea. I don’t remember the bill. I just remember how ridiculous it was for this Los Angeles woman who had never even SEEN a septic tank to be digging in the rocky back yard.
The boys got out their Tonka trucks to help. 🙂
When the septic tank pumper arrived, the man looked at me and asked why I dug up the entire top of the tank.
“I didn’t know what I was looking for.”
But why did you dig?
“Your wife/dispatcher told me she wouldn’t let you come on a Saturday unless I dug it up.”
He apologized, raised his eyebrows when I handed him a schematic I had of the leach field and then nudged his partner. “Navy wife.”
They helped up cover it up afterward, shaking their heads about their cold-hearted dispatcher.
🙂 both dogs bathed yesterday and Keva clipped today. If I have to do that by myself again, I’m just going to fork out the money to have it done at Petsmart.
😦 All that grooming is very hard on the back. Makes me thankful husband usually does it.
🙂 I am thankful for the long autumn without snow (that stayed longer than a few hours) I’m guessing we have snow now until April.
😦 Husband’s concussion – not bad, but ooof, one more health thing for him.
Wandering Views 
After going over to read the headlines on Drudge (Haven’t turned on TV yet)
I come back rejoicing over one thing:
This world is not my home
I’m only passing through.
My treasure’s all laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue.
The Angels beckon me to heaven’s open door
and I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.
🙂
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Amen on that, Chas.
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Just read those song lyrics to my husband who immediately said, “Amen!” too.
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Calling a plumber on Saturday is expensive.
It also takes most of the day if you live in a house built in 1972. It has old pipes
Lestwise that’s what the plumber said. It was ok yesterday. Completely stopped up this morning. I don’t know what happened. The plumber said “old pipes”. That’s all.
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I once had to dig up a septic tank during a CT snowstorm on a Saturday morning while my husband, OF COURSE, was out to sea. I don’t remember the bill. I just remember how ridiculous it was for this Los Angeles woman who had never even SEEN a septic tank to be digging in the rocky back yard.
The boys got out their Tonka trucks to help. 🙂
When the septic tank pumper arrived, the man looked at me and asked why I dug up the entire top of the tank.
“I didn’t know what I was looking for.”
But why did you dig?
“Your wife/dispatcher told me she wouldn’t let you come on a Saturday unless I dug it up.”
He apologized, raised his eyebrows when I handed him a schematic I had of the leach field and then nudged his partner. “Navy wife.”
They helped up cover it up afterward, shaking their heads about their cold-hearted dispatcher.
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🙂 both dogs bathed yesterday and Keva clipped today. If I have to do that by myself again, I’m just going to fork out the money to have it done at Petsmart.
😦 All that grooming is very hard on the back. Makes me thankful husband usually does it.
🙂 I am thankful for the long autumn without snow (that stayed longer than a few hours) I’m guessing we have snow now until April.
😦 Husband’s concussion – not bad, but ooof, one more health thing for him.
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Chas, don’t get ripped off. They’ll always tell you ALL your pipes need replacing.
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