Mama, anxious for repairs, less than pleasant news

Mama comes home this evening. I do not know if she is ready but I sure am.

I got home late last night after attending a makeup class for FBI and heard the toilet in the hall bath being flushed. The toilet in the master bath gurgled in response. That is not a good sign. I told Victoria to be on the lookout for the septic tanks to back up today. We only need a few more days of limping by. I hope to have the new system in service very soon but so far we only have a wet mess in the back yard left over from our attempts to discover the problem.

Things at work are moving slowly along although we are all waiting to hear if we are among the ones who will be laid off in the first round which commenced this month. If we survive the first set of reductions we still have to look over our shoulder for the second round coming in the fall. I know it will all work out in God’s timing and according to His plan.

Over the past year Mama and I have been careful to limit the debt we have and ensure that what we do have is the kind of debt that will pay us back – like the farm/home mortgage. I think that will put us ahead of the curve when things get difficult but time will tell. Not having car payments and greatly limiting our credit card purchases will only help in the long run.

As our asset leader gave us the less than pleasant news yesterday he attempted levity at the conclusion of the meeting by telling the following story. He woke one morning last week to find the pet rabbit of the neighbors across the back fence in the jaws of his dog; dirty and obviously dead.

Rather than go to the neighbors and apologize for the crime committed by his dog he took the dead rabbit and washed it thoroughly in the kitchen sink, dried it with a hair drier and carefully climbed over the fence and placed the now freshly cleaned animal into the cage that had housed in the other family’s back yard.

Later that morning, he saw the police at the neighbor’s house. They were also in the back yard looking at the rabbit in the cage. Fearful of the outcome of such an investigation he went into his yard and began to pick up sticks and such so he could eavesdrop on the conversation. The neighbor lady was very upset, almost inconsolable. She was worried some satanic cult was behind the horrible prank.

As it turned out, the rabbit had died several days ago and the family had given the poor creature a sad farewell as they buried it in the back yard. For it to turn up in its cage cleaned and washed was almost more than the woman could bear. The moral of the story, tell the truth and take the consequences. It is better than any other possible outcome.

The morbid humor did carry on through the day.