Farm Livin' is the Life For Me!
I'm pretty lucky in that I have a good-sized lot out in the far suburbs. Before moving out here we lived in an apartment with two screaming babies on one side of us, and two screaming Romanians on the other. Before having a child of our own, it would amaze me as to how much noise could come out of such a tiny little baby. As for the Romanians, they always felt compelled to take their domestic disputes out into the open, weather permitting, so they could really let fly at the top of their lungs. After that, having my nearest neighbor a quarter-mile away seemed just about right.
However, there's a downside to living out on the Booderosa, with the main things being...
- It takes me four hours to mow my grass, which I'll be doing as soon as I finish this post.
- My well water tastes like ass.
- Septic systems can be cranky when not working properly, and when the fountain of filth appears in the shower, I get tagged for shit scrubbing detail, because my wife can't stand the smell. I can't stand it either, but evidently I can stand it just enough to get the job done.
The grass awaits.
However, there's a downside to living out on the Booderosa, with the main things being...
- It takes me four hours to mow my grass, which I'll be doing as soon as I finish this post.
- My well water tastes like ass.
- Septic systems can be cranky when not working properly, and when the fountain of filth appears in the shower, I get tagged for shit scrubbing detail, because my wife can't stand the smell. I can't stand it either, but evidently I can stand it just enough to get the job done.
The grass awaits.
posted by Booder at 9:42 AM
2 Comments:
Godamnit you gotta write more stuff, somehow, I dunno how, you just DO heh.
I think I've read this frickin' thing like twenty times now, thinking its something new, and what's even weirder is that I still laugh at the end even AFTER I've realized I've read it before.
The Real Life Dwarf used to live in an apartment where the water smelled like eggs, it drove him crazy heh.
I grew up out in the middle of nowhere, well water is one of those aquired tastes, and nobody ever said septic tanks are fun as far back as I can remember, but being able to go for a walk in the summer and finding a shady tree to sit under and read a book while the animals get used to you and start scampering around, knowing full well that NOBODY, let alone some jackass, will ever find your body if you just fell over and died is a great thing, actually, weird as it sounds.
Well, you're getting your wish - I'm gonna start blathering a little more now. As for the laughs at the fountain of filth, well, you shoulda been there. No, really, you shoulda been there. :-)
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