We have to have our septic tank inspected and it has to pass county acceptance before we can sell.
This is a major source of stress in my life - long before we decided to sell. This has been on my mind for the last 5 years. We bought bank owned, as is. The laws have since changed... and this house is OLD. I was so nervous. Like FREAKING out.
So the septic guy, Scott, came out. The county has NO paperwork on this place. No records of our septic system. And I don't know where it is either. So, Scott used a special tool to dig around the three sides of our house.... for awhile...and .....couldn't find it.
"Does this ever happen?" I ask.
"Um, not really." says Scott. He looks ...not good. But also... his looks throw me in general. He's an older guy. I expected younger. He is also dressed pretty dapper for a guy who, um.... deals with poop.
"A tank HAS to exist?? Right?" I ask. He nods.
So we flush an electronic locator down my toilet to find it. And a $125 bucks later, the septic system has been found!! (And I looked down into the largest pile of poo I've ever seen.) Surprisingly... it doesn't smell that bad. I mean, I wasn't taking my deepest inhales ever... but you get the drift. I didn't pass out from standing next to it.
We have to complete a flow test. (and then pump the tank - and Scott is now dressed in what I refer to as his poop suit. It is a coverall thing that has um... brown smears in random places.) The flow test means I turn all the cold faucets of my house on at the same time full blast for 30 minutes. I feel so guilty using all that water!! And I'm texting my mom - pray!! 19ish minutes later....I get a knock on my front door. It's Scott. "Wanna come see what we've got here?" "Um, no thank you," I say, "This doesn't sound good." He says, it's not bad really. I ask him if he's a man of faith, and tell him, I've been in the house praying. He smiles.
We've never, ever, had any problems. No back ups. No smells, no extra standing water in the yard. And we've never had it pumped. (yikes) He was impressed we haven't had problems. There are six of us here on a small tank. (I never mentioned there was 8 of us for a season!!)
He was so impressed with the builder of it, the design, the installation, the fact we've never had problems... and I was like, sticking my chest out all proud like I had some hand, some part, in this tank that was built before I was born. But I kinda feel like I can take credit for the tank. Which is dumb.... but it feels like my baby somehow. I'm so happy - I almost HUG him. I literally reach for him and my hand stops about an inch from his shoulder where I see another large brown smear on his 'poop suit'.
I refrain from hugging him. It was a semi-awkward moment.
He's only seen 2 in his career like ours. 'Super rare', he said. 'Very impressed', he said. :) I started to not want to move to Florida (WE'RE MOVING TO FLORIDA!!!) because I have an exceptional septic system. I am instantly reconsidering an entire life change for my family because our poop is stored so well on our property.
I'm not kidding. Then, at that moment, Scott said, why are you moving?? Where are you going?? And I said Florida. And Scott, beautiful guy that he was (he was praising my septic after all) said, "Florida? You won't like it there."
And I started tearing up. I know! I thought... Why would I move from this gorgeous land and beautiful home with an amazing septic???
I'm a lot like a pregnant woman these days. A lot of simple things make me tear up. It's not cool.
But God did a LOT of amazing things yesterday. And a great septic was not only a financial blessing to us, (not having to repair, or buy a new one) but it will be a great blessing to the people moving in. Sometimes the great things God does in our lives - really is only partly about us. Most of it is meant to be passed along, poured out - meant to be shared. I'm excited for the people who get our place. What a great start and good news!
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