Since we’re so close to Christmas, I found a music station on television playing nothing but Christmas music. I figured we might start our celebrations a bit early, so I cranked up the volume as we tackled a few domestic chores. At first, we danced around, enjoying all the old classics.
On my to-do list, I had noted that I
needed to clean the output filter on my septic system. Just before noon, I
wandered outside, and with Jingle Bells stuck in my head, I opened the septic
tank lid and pulled out the filter. This is an indescribably awful job—worse
than just about anything else, really. So, I’ll spare you the gooey details.
Simply trust me when I say this:
cleaning a septic filter is the hard way to celebrate Christmas.
—Mitchell Hegman
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