Talkin' Septic Tank Sludge
Living in the city most of our lives, we didn’t really think too much about the water and sewer at our house, unless the government’s fee for them went up.
Here, we don’t get a monthly reminder of our water or sewer, it’s all our responsibility out here.
The septic tank is not something we like to think about, but when you live in the country, it’s necessary in order to keep from having a disaster.
We built Our Little House nearly 9 years ago now and The Belle Writer’s Studio was built nearly 4 years ago (time flies!)
We’ve never had the septic tank pumped, but Dale and I talked about it this past weekend. Not pleasant conversation but necessary.
Ready for Spring and an Italian Soup Recipe
Our Little House covered in 12+ inches of snow
It’s been a long winter.
Not a long, cold winter, but just a long winter.
I’m not complaining about the lack of cold, snowy and icy
weather, but I think a warm gorgeous winter can seem like a long one.
Why, you ask?
Trapped
Sunday was one of those picture-perfect days here in the Ozarks, for February anyway.
It was sunny and warm, between 55–60 degrees by afternoon.
Dale and I took the dogs out on the deck and we all soaked up the sun for awhile and then he decided to head down the hill to bank fish.
He came home later with a report, “No luck fishing, but there was a reason I was supposed to be down there.”
We had been hearing boats all weekend, not unusual on a nice weekend and certainly not unusual this time of the year as the spring fishing tournaments on the big lakes begin.
Dale said when he got down to our cove, Sade Sue, our pittie who warned me of the strange truck in our driveway a few weeks back, started acting sheepish and walking slowly by Dale’s side, a sure sign something’s amiss.
Then he saw an empty boat on the bank. He was curious, it isn’t unusual for hunters to come on the shore during rifle season, but that season is over.
A Dozen Other Places Doesn't Exist in a Small Home
Photo Courtesy of Mother Earth News, by Kevin Pieper
One thing that is hard about living in a small house is trying to explain to people just how small 480-square feet really is.
Yesterday, a new friend of Living Large on our Facebook page, wrote in response to seeing Dale’s potting table creation: “Great job; now see if you can interest him in making another one, perhaps narrower, to go behind your couch! Or any of another dozen places!”
After I finished LOL at the phrase, “Or any of another dozen places,” I wrote that there isn’t room for one more stick of furniture in Our Little House.
In response, another friend wrote: “Do you have an island for the kitchen area?”
Another LOL. Yes, it’s called the sofa (which doubles as a pull out bed for guests)!
