Musings about writing, being a freelance editor, and life in general, with healthy doses of humor and unapologetic acts of silliness.
Monday, March 5, 2012
I received a visit today from the county health department, inquiring about my septic issues. Whoa! I didn't know that when you have septic problems, the septic company that you worked with reports it to the county. And if the county deems it sufficient enough for a visit, they do just that, to make sure things are on the up and up, and to ask if you have plans to address the problem.
As it turns out, the county guy was super nice, and offered some helpful advice. Basically, it boils down to this: if the problem is inside my house, I can deal with it (or not) however I want, but if the problem is outside the house, it becomes a concern for the health department. That makes sense to me.
My problem is a drainfield that is too small, so when the the drainfield gets saturated, water from my washing machine backs up into the bathtub. So the symptoms are occuring inside the house, but it's a problem I'll eventually have to deal with.
For the time being, I am limited to infrequent use of my washing machine, and I'm being ultra careful about how much water goes down my drains. When I change the dogs' water bucket daily, the old water gets thrown out the back door. I'm handwashing delicates in a rubber tub and tossing the old water outside. I turn off the shower between lathering up and rinsing off. (Brrrrrr!!!) Kleenex gets tossed into the burnable trash, not the toilet. No more washing dishes under running water. I'm conserving water like mad. So far, so good. Let's hope I can put off making any decisions for a while longer!
I'm retired from freelance editing and living the good life. I love not working for a living! I live on a small farm in rural western Washington State where I reside with my dogs, cats, and horses. I have a warped sense of humor and I'm joyously silly most of the time.