Saturday, May 05, 2007
Septic Satellite
I got up early yesterday morning to head to town. I had originally planned to buy the rest of the parts for my septic system from a business that caters to contractors (and where my dad gets a discount), but that didn’t work out. I had to go back to Hilfiker and buy 240 feet of infiltrator system and four D-boxes, which was a shame because I could have had everything delivered all at once with the septic tank. Instead, I had to haul all of it in the back of my pickup. There was quite a bit of debate today among my various advisers about whether I’d actually be able to pull it off, but everything fit just fine. The forklift operator turned out to be the same guy who delivered my tank. It was nice to see a friendly face, but everyone at Hilfiker was great. When I walked in the door this time, the gal at the front desk asked, “Are you the girl from Blocksburg?”
“I am,” I said.
“Your dad is on the phone,” she replied. I busted up laughing. Small towns are so funny like that.
In other news, I’ve decided it’s possible the mix-up with the satellite dish technician was actually a blessing. My friend the surveyor stopped by yesterday to catch up over coffee. We had a lot to discuss, but he mentioned that he had a terrible experience not too long ago with the same outfit that was supposed install my dish. The Worm Lady has recommended another company out of Arcata, so I’m thinking I’ll try them. It will probably mean a longer wait, but it’s worth it if I don’t have to deal with creeps.
