Down a dark hole
This morning, we prevailed upon the staff at a local restaurant to prepare our breakfast. No special reason; just an excuse to get out of the house on a weekend without a list of errands to distract. I actually ended up using the catch phrase “Who’s your father?” with some people, doing the kind of family based research that doesn’t require online access. Rare, for me.
We could have gone straight home, but the sunny ways beckoned. Using the smartphone GPS, we followed some of the back roads that are usually only taken when one is really lost; think of it as preparation. And since roads lead to the shore, around here, we decided to take a side trip to The Campground. A chance to check on the reservation dates of friends, and to aid in one of those “Wow! This could turn bad quickly” jobs.
The lift pump in the night soil system was no longer working, and we happened on site just before someone had to go down and seek. He had already constructed a makeshift ladder; we pointed out that large underground tanks often contain noxious air. He agreed to the old “rope around the waist” trick as a backup strategy, and we stayed close by until it was time to physically haul him back up from his messy explorations. Nobody died today…
This evening, local trivia night at the community center. We formed a crackerjack team, and the question set was aimed at our knowledge set. Free candy at the end of the evening, and a footnote of “a good time was enjoyed by all on hand”. End of the day.
