Darling Husband’s truck blew it’s head or
engine and now needs to have it’s engine rebuilt. We have a rental house that is almost 100
years old. It has been having plumbing
problems: a few little things, like one of the kids jumping on a hose and
breaking the pipe it’s attached to and the toilet regularly backing up
weekly. Finally Darling Husband told me
to call a plumber about the toilet backing up.
The plumber we found came out and kindly without charging us told us we
needed to get the septic tank pumped. He
said he didn’t think it needed to have a snake go through the line and we just
needed to get the tank pumped. Darling
Husband said “Have it snaked anyway”.
But I listened to the plumber and didn’t make him do the snake. The next day, I called around trying to get
the soonest pumping we could and it was going to be 5 days later. UGG so I ordered a port a potty for our poor
tenants. We got the tank pumped and the
toilet still wouldn’t flush. So I called
the plumber out again but he would not make it until the next day.
We also did some tree trimming and spilt about 4 cords of fire wood. Hopefully we got all the trees that would have caused trouble if we ever get rain.
I spent time working with the dogs trying to
get them to stay home but a week after we were home from the hospital Teen Son
had some side effects from the steroids that he is taking for ADEM and he needed
to be checked out.
Then a few days later he had some new pains and
reactions related to ADEM so back to Children’s Hospital we went again. On the way to the hospital my tenant called
me saying they picked up the port a potty.
UGG I totally forgot about them.
I called the plumber and gave them College Daughter’s phone number and
made sure the old house was on the list for being taken care of that day.
While we were at the hospital College Girl
called me in tears to say the Hen we had brooding on her eggs, had broken most
of them and was not taking care of the rest of the eggs and as she walked by
she saw Palm was dead. What should she
do? I couldn’t help at all sitting in
Children’s. I advised her to look on the
internet to see what to do about the eggs or call a friend. Thankfully Oldest Daughter was able to help
her move the surviving eggs and put them into an incubator. Teen Son and I
spent the next 6 hours at Children’s Hospital making sure everything was in the
“normal” range.
Ducks love swimming around the aireator.
Stick
Boy had an appointment at Children’s Hospital that afternoon, so I got College
Girl to pick up Stick Boy from school and meet us at a Half way point and she
switched brothers with me. She drove
Teen Son home and I went back to Children’s Hospital. Stick boy has Trigger Thumbs, his thumbs get
locked in a bent position, but doesn’t need surgery at this time. When I got home I wanted nothing more than a
glass of wine but Darling Husband had to meet the plumber and the animals still
needed to be taken care of. Bad news
from the plumber, ALL THE PIPES NEED TO BE REPLACED.
The
next day Teen Daughter needed me to take her places so I couldn’t work with the
dogs those days.
We got Luca fixed so he had to sleep in my
bedroom for a week. We hoped that would
stop or slow down his roaming. Not yet!