A Recap of my Date...

...with the sewer man.

See? And you thought I had news. Not so fast, my friend. Not so fast.

I am only blogging about this because it's a slow news day...or maybe because my other option is to blog about the Bachelor. :)

On my property resides a big, beautiful tree. It is beautiful in the spring when the buds pop out. It is beautiful in the summer when it provides shade.

It is NOT beautiful in the fall when I have to rake. And rake and rake and rake. And bag. And rake and bag and rake and bag. (You get the idea.) Yet, it IS beautiful in the fall.

It is NOT beautiful in the winter when the ice storms hit and its gigantic branches weigh down so far that I worry the whole tree will crash down on power lines or the house itself. Yet it IS beautiful in the winter.

But nothing...absolutely nothing...is beautiful when those blessed roots get all tangled up in the sewer lines. It's nasty, gross, disgusting, expensive, and flat out humiliating.

Saturday morning I noticed a small amount of water sitting in the bottom of the dishwasher. And I remembered the last load of dishes hadn't entirely washed well. Bad news. I rushed to the window and looked at the cleanout for the sewer line. Yep. It was backed up. LOVELY.

So I called the 24 hour emergency service right then and there. They said, "Sure thing! We'll be there Monday morning." LOL. Well okay then!

The weekend was spent in much Little House on the Prairieness. Minimal water usage - and we'll just leave it at that.

So today I got to have a little date with the sewer men...who tried to train me in recognizing this issue before it reaches emergency status. And they were very kind as to try to concentrate their efforts on the problem area and not charge me for de-rooting areas that probably were clear anyway. Bless them.

I'm back in 2010. The dishwasher is running and I'm looking forward to a long - LONG - shower.