tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post2196712857741168527..comments2023-10-19T05:40:59.162-04:00Comments on Sippican Cottage: Interestingly, 'Synapse Drippings' Is the Name of My Andrea True Connection Tribute Band. But I DigressSippicanCottagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14940797380578921776noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-59547757273909573332016-06-12T19:32:53.549-04:002016-06-12T19:32:53.549-04:00This story brought back memories of the Great Sewa...This story brought back memories of the Great Sewage Disaster when an exterior clay sewer line pipe that had partly collapsed finally clogged up and sent puddles of sewage around my basement. The interior cleanout had been hidden by the simple expedient of carpeting over it. Heck, the former owners even carpeted over an open drain. An external cleanout? Why that would have been too easy - there wasn't one that anyone could find. <br /><br />The clog was so bad it ruptured stuff under the basement floor, which turned out not to have been properly installed. By the time the exterior and interior line were replaced with very sturdy ABS pipe, cleanouts were placed EVERYWHERE, the concreted was patched, and the lawn was repaired it was an expensive job and my insurance company hated my guts. However, the plumbers promised me that if I could get a pair of sneakers through the drain, they wouldn't clog the line. Tempting as it was, I didn't test this out.<br /><br />Two houses later, I still have nightmares. I’ve never bought a house since without insisting on a plumbing inspection separate from the home inspection. Said plumbing inspection included a complete video camera inspection of the sewer lines. <br /><br />Best of luck in your ongoing repair saga. <br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-50013478510084481982016-03-21T08:27:03.229-04:002016-03-21T08:27:03.229-04:00Daylight Saving Time. That's what the MacGuffi...Daylight Saving Time. That's what the MacGuffin was in your job. Down around my place there's a bunch of Gaians that go all haywire on those Earth Day/Birth Day events.<br /><br />We have some excitement down around my place when the clocks change. A couple dozen folks gather in Courthouse Park and count down to 2:00 AM for the change. One gets up in costume as Father Time but it is only a bed sheet and an egg timer. I guess we’re supposed to be cheered up by having an “extra” hour of daylight to start the day and accept gracefully when the sun goes down at 4PM.<br /><br />Sipp, I think I have some of the same shoppers you have. I was out running errands, standing in the line at Walmart for meds. Behind me comes this guy, looked like he was on a Polack bowling team.<br />Mid-forties, wouldn't know matching colors if they bit him in the butt.<br />"Whassatcha got?" He asks, pointing to the cafe curtain rod I'm holding.<br />I spoke not a word, showed him.<br />"Oh" he sez, "thought it was one a them canes. My buddy has one with four feet".<br />"Yes, when we get older we lose equilibrium." I said (my mistake).<br />"Oh" he sez, "I lost my equilibrium when I had that aneurism, back in '97." <br />"You're lucky to be alive" sez I.<br />"I dunno, I'm waiting for them to come get me. Y'know, go up into space".<br />"I'm five foot ten." I said with finality, "you won't need any money up there."<br />He nodded sagely and I saw behind his eyes he'll be chewing on that for a while.<br />The art of conversation, one of my strong suits.<br /><br />Sipp, pardon the cut and paste. It seems like I'm running out of energy. My oncologist tells me "think about your situation in terms of months, not years.chasmatichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14962911972107586613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-70649393708377649232016-03-20T14:56:13.853-04:002016-03-20T14:56:13.853-04:00Here's an aphorism I have heard many times: &q...Here's an aphorism I have heard many times: "two do the work of three".<br /><br />I have proven it often.chasmatichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14962911972107586613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-13662701929789476352016-03-20T12:53:46.604-04:002016-03-20T12:53:46.604-04:00shoreacres, howze come you're not going by sor...shoreacres, howze come you're not going by soreachers? I would (got an extra helping of silly some years back). Sam L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00996809377798862214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-41199587368158749262016-03-19T17:56:42.910-04:002016-03-19T17:56:42.910-04:00There are gems scattered around. This is one: &quo...There are gems scattered around. This is one: "It's not possible to work flat out all day, every day, when you work in the manual arts. You have to work smart or you won't last." It's true. After 26 years, I know it, but I've never heard anyone say it. Hearing you say it made my day, somehow.shoreacreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16284698314697628805noreply@blogger.com