Women only call me ugly until they learn how much money I make. Then they call me ugly and poor.

In less than three weeks I take my marathon flights to Africa. This morning I did some internet searching to see if I could learn anything about those flights and was surprised at the map. I forgot about that polar route thing we learned in sixth grade and mentally pictured flying from Portland across the northern U.S. states, then the Atlantic, and into Amsterdam.

I think I'll be closer to the North Pole than New York, and if I have a window seat I will catch a glimpse of Greenland. The only site I found that gave me info on the plane was a forum where I learned that seat room varies depending on what row you're in. The further back you are in the economy class the less room you get. In the middle of the plane Delta has "comfort economy" seats that cost about $110 more per flight and give an additional 3-4" of leg room and more recline with the seat back. That works out to $10 per hour in the seat. Worth it??

Assuming they were a few days old when we got them, the chicks are now two weeks old. They're noticeably bigger and their wings have feathers instead of down. One of the bigger chicks, a Red Sex Link, can "fly" up to perch on top of the waterer, and from there to the edge of the brooder isn't much of a span. So last night while I was at Lowe's I got some garden netting that I'll spread over the brooder to prevent escapes.


Todd didn't get the trench done today. He arrived about two hours after the appointed time (I dunno) to look over what I want done. Long story short, his bobcat will do the job, but he's got a friend with a mini-backhoe that would do it faster, better, and neater. So he's trying to line that up for tomorrow morning. I'm fine with that, so long as the trench is done and the wire buried by the time the electrician shows up Tuesday morning.

As we were looking things over I showed him my failed attempt with the walk-behind trencher, a trench that only went about 8" down, not the required 24". I asked him how deep the line from MoHo to the septic tank was and he told me that by code it should be at least 24". That led to a discussion about where that line was located, and as we were talking about where it exited MoHo we both noticed the same thing at the same time.

There shouldn't be wet white paper in the bottom of that shallow trench. 

Yeah, the line to the septic tank was only 6" below grade and I had sliced right through it. That means that anything that goes down any drain in MoHo comes out in that trench, effectively putting the entire waste system out of use.

This is discovered at 4 p.m.

I worked very fast on a very nasty job, but got the break repaired. It took a trip to Jerry's Hardware, 30 minutes away, to get a length of ABS pipe to bridge the gap and two special rubber clamps to seal the ends. The last part of the job was done under the flood lights I put up when we moved in, but it's done and we can once again flush and have it go all the way to the septic tank.
Whew!