Good Morning Porch Pals!
They're facing another giant on the corner. I drive by and stare at the equipment defacing their yard and the sections of fencing removed, and set aside. Piles stacked high of gravel and assorted PVC pipes litter the ground and dirt from the backhoe tires produce muddy tracks on the street.
We have contended with the giants for years. Each battle named after its colossal expense. The Battle of Plumbing, The War of Septic, The Fight For The Roof, The Siege of Siding and the Bathroom Campaign. The casualties have been many. Time, energy, time, money, time, temporary relocation, time, instability, time...
Now we face a new monster. The leaking, failing leach-field. That is why I stare at the equipment parked on the corner. The sounds of earth breaking machines and displaced roots will fill the air this morning. Dust will settle on the windowsills when the wind kicks up this afternoon. The stench will rise in the heat.
Our fellow soldiers will soon take victory showers.
And I slump down into my writer's chair, and turn on the news.
Japan, my heart aches for you. Forgive me for stewing over my temporary
inconveniences. I cannot imagine your devastation.
What sort of remodeling are you undergoing readers?
"Look at the old oaks: How is it that they have become so deeply rooted in the earth? Ask the March winds and they will tell you. It was not the April shower that did it, or the sweet May sunshine, but it was March's rough wind."
Spurgeon
Swinging with you,
Alis
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