Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This week: Ten Things of Thankful. Alphabetically (and…and! numerically, two!) However, spelling, grammar and punctuation is optional.*
ok…this type of TToT takes a little pre-writing and planning… that alphabetical thing, damn!
hokey-smoke! Other than my ‘one-off’ Grat Items(1-4), everything in our ‘normal’ TToTs are, like, after the ‘R’ in the alphabet. Weird.**
1) Digging (The reason: I needed to locate the access hatch to a septic tank in order to have inspections. The goal was to find the pipe on the outside of the foundation. This would determine where the second hole would be, follow the pipe, unfortunately three feet down.)
2) Digging some more. First success! Found the corner of the (concrete tank).
3) Digging success 2 Now it was just a matter of digging out the top of the tank to find the access hatches (septic inspectors inspect, they don’t dig three feet into the ground).
4) Digging done. All smiles (yeah, I know, it must have been the heatstroke/physical exhaustion… I managed to catch myself and stop)
5) Phyllis
6) Secret Rule 1.3 from the Book of Secret Rules |(aka the Secret Book of Rules)
7) Serial Stories (and the Six Sentence Story bloghop) that would be ‘the Whitechapel Interlude‘, ‘the Case of the Missing Fig Leaf‘ and the Six Sentence Story bloghop, respectively.
8) Something, something
9) the Wakefield Doctrine
10) Una
* not to worry, that kind of novelty-writing gets way old, quite quickly… well, the spelling thing, at any rate.
** yeah, a bit of the pot and kettle affair
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I liked the alphabetical order. Even though I prefer to be after Una instead of after a septic tank cover.
Thank you
The best thing about such a job is having it over.
this is true
What a miserable exhausting job to have to do! I am glad you survived.
It was one of the most enjoyable parts of this summer.
Wait!! Don’t click away!! lol I’m totally serious, if not sufficiently sensible, based on the evidence presented in the pictures.
I’ve told the story a number of times, almost included it in this post, but thought, ‘come on, you’ve told the story a hundred times’
By virtue of a capacity of the developing human and the well-meant, if not quite appreciative of the import of the moment, I derive a life-long, below consciousness and rational thought satisfaction from digging. (Holes in the ground, snow from the ground, basically altering the earth in a small, but significant manner.
…now, that business of survival! also a slight difference in terms of my experience… total celebration of physical ability, despite how diminished by time… Grat of the first water.
That be some hard earth to remove. Challenge successful. Satisfaction acquired. What more is there?
Musical selection most enjoyable this week.
Cheers to serial stories and the SSS!