Saturday, October 3, 2015
WHO IN THE PLUPERFECT HELL DUG ALL THESE HOLES
Who in the pluperfect hell dug all these holes – and I wish he would stop digging.
One of my favorite movies – a classic in black and white – is God’s Little Acre.
In a way I identify with that movie, except instead of digging the holes, I have spent my life filling them in.
I just had my septic tank pumped out and the kaka pumper man said that judging by the level in the tank I may need to replace my drain field in the near future: four or five grand.
I have always looked down the road and believed I could see smooth riding ahead; but when I get there some son-of-a-bitch has filled the road with more holes.
I get a good income tax return and a cap falls off a tooth… It seems there is always something to keep my head just above water level.
I have rolled past the hump of my seventh decade but unlike Tietie l don’t have the undying confidence that there is gold at the bottom of the next hole.
Don’t get me fucking wrong. I am a fortunate person and I know it. I am in good health for my age; I have had great adventures; I am married to a beautiful young wife; I live in rural Maine in an area I love; I can still ride my scoot; I have two Maine Coon Cats and a bottle of John Jameson whiskey on the cupboard.
But son-of-a-bitch, it would be nice if Tietie would quit digging holes.
Maybe I need to catch me an albino – and make him look through the ground and tell me the drain field is all right.