If I could be Alice in Wonderland, and slip through the Looking Glass, I would.
As it is, I'm sitting quietly at my computer, trying to be as small as possible, with my head down and my mouth firmly shut.
I am offering no suggestions nor helpful hints nor ideas nor words of encouragement or consolation.
It has not been a good day.
And my bathroom privileges have been revoked.
Well, so have mon mari's, but he has a distinct advantage in situations like this… So I'm going to ignore that fact….
It all began shortly after we moved in.
We started doing all the things that people do when they live in a house: dishes, showers, laundry, etc.
The drains started getting slower and slower.
This is an old house.
It's last inhabitant had been a cantankerous old man.
It's obvious that the property had not been maintained fastidiously.
Perhaps the septic tank needed emptying.
Perhaps it had not been emptied in the last 100 years or so.
One can tell that this is a common situation here, in the country, by the number of ads in the yellow pages for this service.
I called on Monday, as the drains got slower.
The appointment was set for this morning.
Yesterday, we put a stop to unnecessary things like laundry and showers.
He arrived bright and early this morning.
And couldn't find the tank.
As he was poking around with a big stick, looking for it, our new doors and windows arrived.
They were delivered, coincidentally, by the nephew of the cantankerous old man.
Lengthy conversations ensued, but alas, of no use in finding the septic tank.
He cleaned out the smaller, 'kitchen' tank and left.
Now we had a small empty tank, but still no drainage.
Mon mari spent the morning cleaning 'the pipes'.
I won't go into those details.
At the end of the morning, we could do laundry and take a shower.
We could not use the sink or the toilet.
Did I mention that of all the things mon mari does, he hates plumbing most?
This afternoon he did lots and lots of things in the cellar.
I heard lots and lots of colorful language.
There was one side benefit to all of this…
I was (quietly) doing laundry and I mentioned (quietly) that the dryer wasn't working.
He chose to excise some of his frustration on said dryer….
And the damn thing started working! (Had I been the dryer I would have started working, too.)
Long story short, he found the septic tank. It was about a foot beneath the soil; apparently having slowly been buried over time, much like a bronze age ruin.
We called the service and they'll be back in the morning.
Thankfully, we had lots of spinach last night. For a day such as this, one needs one's strength!
Ruth, of Once Upon a Feast and the founder of Presto Pasta Nights, has hinted, ever so nicely, that I am shirking my duties. I promise, once I have running water and a sink in my kitchen, I'll be making lots more pasta….
I did manage to make this last night.
Pasta with Fresh Spinach and Chevre
A little goat cheese brings the mushrooms and spinach together for this simple, healthy side dish.
1 medium onion
1 clove garlic
4oz (125gr) mushrooms
1 tbs olive oil
6oz (180gr) fresh spinach
2/3 box chevre (goat cheese) (3oz, 90gr) Chavrie in the U.S., Chevraux in Europe
1 1/2 tsp soy sauce
2 tbs Greek yogurt
1 cup small, bite size pasta or egg noodles
Cook pasta according to package instructions. Drain.
While pasta cooks: Wash spinach (if necessary) and roughly chop. Clean mushrooms. Chop onions and mushrooms. Mince garlic. Heat oil in a medium nonstick skillet over medium heat. Add onions, garlic, mushrooms and sauté for 10 minutes, until lightly browned. Add spinach and stir-fry until spinach is just wilted, 1 – 2 minutes. Add goat cheese and stir until it melts. Stir in soy sauce and yogurt. Toss with pasta and serve immediately.
Tomorrow's bound to be better…
Don't you think…?