This morning I woke up to the sounds of a truck outside.  It was a local cesspool company.  Amazing that my brother called them and got them to come over first thing in the morning.

His beautiful Victorian house is pretty run down.  I have been saying for years he needs a new cement cast cesspool to replace that old cinder block junk he has out back.  He just has it pumped every 4 years and in-between that, deals with a ton of plumbing problems, and he lives alone.  I can just imagine what would happen if more people lived in this 11 room house.

Well, at least I can use the facilities this trip without an anxiety attack with every flush.

With that out of the way, I can look forward to dinner with Don & Janice.  I will give Don a call at work to check the time he wants me over.

Meanwhile. I have a small phone that I would like to plug into the cable modem phone jack.  He has a 2 to 1 adapter (one for the downstairs phone and one for the upstairs phone).  I need to get a 3 to 1 to accommodate this little phone.  This way when he gets stuck on something he can just give me a call from the computer.  Yeah, he doesn’t have a cordless. (Stone knives & bear skin come to mind).

They must have taken the wrong baby home the day they brought me home from the hospital.