We're all very happy to be looking forward to wonderful weather here at to pond for the coming Labor Day Weekend. We've waited all summer for nice weather, and now that kids are in school and some people have moved back to their winter digs, we're getting a large dose of sunshine. Yea!!

Part of the fall cleaning spree we've initiated around our place, was getting rid of the old shed, commonly known as "Aggie's Shed" because my father built it to store stuff one of my mother's sisters, Agnes, brought with her about 45 years ago as part of her mobile home. We were going to use the old shed as kindling until I said I hate to destroy anything that someone might still be able to use, and Fred backed off with the chain saw long enough for me to make a phone call to our neighbor, John Randall. We'd asked John, a builder, for some advice about the shed and I figured just maybe he'd have a use for it. He said sure, and within a couple days came with his tractor to pick it up - literally.

Now, were you paying attention above when I mentioned Aunt Aggie's mobile home? Along with the trailer, of course there had to be "hookups" - like electricity, water, and (drum roll, please) a septic tank. From time to time in the past Fred and I have wondered, where was that septic tank? Nobody in the family seemed to be sure. Well, John found it. One of the big tires of his tractor dropped several inches into a cave-in on the lawn. No damage, he didn't get stuck or anything, but we knew immediately -- that was where the septic tank was.

Long story short, Fred pulled back the sod, removed the now bent and rusted metal cover and revealed a relatively small (thankfully) metal septic tank with a foot or so of (even more thanks) odorless water in the five foot deep container. So now we know where the darned thing is, we can deal with it. Fred knocked holes in the bottom and sides so the water can filter out and we're waiting for Darren Calkins to come with material to fill it. We're glad to know this will finally be taken care of and nobody will get hurt by suddenly falling into a mysterious pit.

By the way, Fred sent an interesting article to me this morning. I thought some of you probably know first hand about this. Time Article Just proves that things are bad everywhere, I guess.