Try replacing ---redigging and resetting ALL the plumbing from the house to the holding tank/sump pump (20 ft)---to the septic,86 ft-- then removing the old and replacing all with new -----plus on the back of the septic--almost 600 lf of drainfield..........trenches....gravel.....all new ..... BY HAND---- in 4 days.................yeah.........good timesSo anyway, after struggling with Drano and Plunger much of Monday, on Tuesday I learned how to use 18ft of a 25ft plumbing snake / auger.
I wish I didn't.
What a sh*tty job.
So . . . anyways, as my mind drifts off to my younger days I remember a show I saw when I was 20 in Georgetown Md. at the Crazy Horse.
Todd Rudgrend and his band were playing, after one of the breaks they brought a special guest up on stage to play. It was Johnny Winter. That was a total epiphany, to see JW live and playing as only he could.
Change my taste of music for ever. Texas Blues!!!
So anyway....power’s out....wind’s wailing away...stuff is flying around....trees are coming down...some in pieces...others whole.
Waiting for the change over to snow. Yep... I’m alive.
My guitars are on hangers, and not leaning....baby steps.Do you have your cat in the cage , and the guitars in their cases you remember what happened last time.![]()
My guitars are on hangers, and not leaning....baby steps.
As I learn more Malcolm riffs I appreciate his writing more and more....and!
It's really hard to take a drink while you have a pick held between your lips.
Just figured that out :-(
My wife often walks in and then asks..."why are you holding a pick in your lips?"
why...because you're interrupting me my dear, it's supposed to be in my hand.
My wife often walks in and then asks..."why are you holding a pick in your lips?"
why...because you're interrupting me my dear, it's supposed to be in my hand.
So anyway....power’s out....wind’s wailing away...stuff is flying around....trees are coming down...some in pieces...others whole.
Waiting for the change over to snow. Yep... I’m alive.
My wife often walks in and then asks..."why are you holding a pick in your lips?"
why...because you're interrupting me my dear, it's supposed to be in my hand.
Hang in there brother!So anyway....power’s out....wind’s wailing away...stuff is flying around....trees are coming down...some in pieces...others whole.
Waiting for the change over to snow. Yep... I’m alive.

