By SUE SEIBERT
Well, thankfully the plumber is here today (Monday) after a weekend without the back toilet, washing machine and shower. The plumber, Norman’s, would have come sooner, but we had too much to do to be here when he came, and we didn’t want to ask him on Sunday. That’s God’s day!
Thankfully, we could take quick showers before going to all the various meetings, doctor’s appointments, parties and church so we weren’t stinky – at least, I hope not!
We will have some new plumbing under the back of the house in a week and in the meantime we have functioning pipes which will work during the interim – thank God! That’s the newest part of the house, being built in the 1970s, I think. Our house was built much earlier than that, but the old plumbing seems to have always worked pretty well, and the new, not so much!
Of course, last week, too, my back went out, but, thank God, Sylvia Saucedo was able to see me on Monday and I feel so well and so relaxed and healing.
Now, we are down to only two doctor appointments this week, after the two last week, and the one the week before. You young ’uns need to know right now that the thrill of getting older is punctuated with chronic discomfort and doctor visits, and if anyone over 70 tells you otherwise, they are just trying to make you feel better about it.
On the other hand, today is a beautiful day. I have my tiny tomato plants, which I started from seed, out sunning themselves, and I have even planted a few outside. I am not one of God’s great gardeners, as my father was, so I experiment and try and hope for the best! We have never done very well with tomatoes but hope does spring eternal in the human breast!