This morning my knees felt better and I got up and had coffee with my
family (Randy (human) Jenny,  Ben, and Jack (our furry children).
Things outside had finally calmed down, no more 60 mph wind.  I even
got rid of our very old, very ugly metal building my husband had put up
10 yrs ago - thanks to the wind. Blew it in a neat little pile next to
one of our trees.

I excused myself to take a long hot shower when my husband threw back
the shower door with a paniced look. "We have an emergency downstairs,
I need your help!"

"Good Lord" I thought, "what in the world?" My father must be lying
dead under his new tractor or there was another wreck on our hwy. Randy
doesn't get excited often.

So I threw on a robe and followed him downstairs - there I was met with
a flooded bathroom and sitting room. Randy told me we had a leak - he
didn't tell my what kind of a leak nor do I know how many kinds of
leaks one could have - but paniced I wasn't. I had this happen when I
was alone. But not good news none the less.

Lucky the rooms are tiled. Unluckly they are tiled. I can slip just
mopping. This was pretty deep, stinky H2O. My job was to get the
shopvac and get with the evacuation. Randy went outside to evaluate our
septic system. With the brown bits in the water, no degree was needed
where it was comming from.

Things were going O.K. other than I was squeaky clean and fearful that
all the rest on my knees would be wiped out on a misstep. I thought I
had gotten to everything but for the bookcase.

So dumb me tried to move it alittle to clean up that last bit - then I
got a lesson on what cars do on wet roads. I body slammed - face first,
including my chin and popping my neck. Now my knees really do look as
bad as the feel. It wasn't a very pretty sight. A 185 lb lady, flat on
her face in sewage water.  I laid there and cried like a sissy. Only
Jack was there to give me that "what are we doing now? Is this a new
game?" look.

Jack is my greyhound and was trying to run and skidding around in the
muck - which, if you have only been clean for 3 mins., hurt and P*ssed
off can't but help get you laughing.

Septic Tank is now clean. I am stiff, bruised, still not in the best of
moods.  I and Jack are cleaned and smell better now. But what a day!

Angelsong