okay, not quite as cursed as i thought

But, still cursed enough to hopefully never own a house on a septic tank.

So, yes, the yard was dug up, but for now it's not as bad as I thought. For now at least.

I was told that the main pipe from the house to the septic does need to be replaced, but the blockage is cleared.

So only the shower needs to be sanitized. And there is a medium sized hole in the front yard. It could have been a lot worse. Mmmhmm.

i swear i'm cursed

The septic demons strike again.

But at least the tank was easy to locate this time.

ugh.

It all started with a clogged toilet, that backed up into the shower, which resulted in the front yard being partially dug up.

Wait, you say. Isn't it Thanksgiving?

Why yes.

So the bathroom will be out of commission for at least all day tomorrow. Maybe more.

But in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I will instead give thanks that at least the guy who came out was able to locate the tank access, so the entire yard will not have to be dug up.

And thankfully the backup occurred after I had showered for the day.

awesome.

erm...

So remember that time when Sunday was daylight savings time in most of the civilized world? Well, I somehow missed that memo.

Perhaps I just ruined the punch line for the story I am about to share, but here goes anyway.

*Beep*Beep*Beep*

Oh how I loathe the alarm clock, but I have made a goal to start getting up earlier. I obeyed the alarm clock (aka phone) yesterday. Got up, started the shower to get it warm, possibly turned the heat up a bit, to create a sauna-like bathroom, etc.

I have been accused of taking long showers, but I really was trying hard to be on time for church today, because usually I'm late. So when I was almost ready, and saw my bathroom clock reading 9:30am, I went into super duper quick mode, and made it out the door ten minutes later. This Sunday was a bit more complicated, as the Old Time ensemble was playing for the North Carolina Music Educators conference at three in Winston-Salem, which meant I would get to lug the mandolin around church (it's almost cold now! boo.) and then high-tail it out there to find the conference center in downtown Winston. Then back to the Friend's house for dinner, then the CES fireside, and then home to a starving Max the Cat. And as I've already digressed, as I was driving home at about 10pm last night, there was a little black kitten on the side of Freeman Mill. I was [this close] to stopping and saving the poor beastie. But I thought that 1) Max the Cat would loathe me even more and 2) Cousin Paul would increase his 'cat lady' commentary to my life. [His most recent was asking if I wanted another cat for Christmas. Bless his heart.]

Okay, back to the story.

I finish getting ready in record speed. Get out the door. Get to church in a decent time, though about ten minutes late. I make the last turn, slow down to enter the parking lot, and see that there are. no. cars.

See, there are three wards that meet in the building. This is up from two when I first moved here. They haven't quite learned how to share the building. It's not like its been two years or anythings. (cough. cough.) As such, the east side of the building is my ward's side. Granted, there were a few rebellious car parkers, but the normally full lot, was mostly vacant. It was then I began to suspect something. But hey, I got a pull through spot! Sweet!

I grab the mandolin, and my church bag, lock the car and rush in as quick as my heels allow.

I hide the mandolin in the foyer so I don't have to carry it in the Chapel, walk in. And find. no one.

I thought stake conference was the 20th. What the heck is going on?

And then, a little fact wiggles into the fore of my brain.

Crap.

Well, at least I was early for church once.

I wandered the halls for a full fifty minutes, in my successful attempt to avoid being asked to give a prayer (don't tell me you've never done that - okay, maybe not for fifty minutes....) and enjoyed the rest of my meetings.

fhe

Tonight for FHE I read first, President Uchtdorf's message to the YW, Your Happily Ever after. For the last bit, I listened to his most recent talk, found in the video here. As a side note, I am posting this directly from the conference webpage. How cool is that??

dream job?

Make sure watch at least through the two minute mark.

If all else fails, I'll rock out on the 'cors anglais.' (Gotta love those Brits.)