This "week in review" has been packed with news from "the front". And it has been a battle zone!

The septic man finally (after several exhasperated phone calls) arrived to install my new system. This 100 yr. old farm house always drained my sewage into a field tile. Very effective until a major tile broke, somewhere down the line, and the county doesn't have the money to repair it. So my waste water couldn't escape. Hence, I was forced into remedy-ing the situation. Welcome to the 21st century.

Long story short: my back yard is one torn up dirty, muddy mess. We're talking at least 2000 sq. feet. The huge septic tank itself, an equally large "dosing" tank, and 8 50ft "fingers" occupy what was once my back yard. All my landscaping kaput. Small garden (I have two) gone. It's a bloody mess, and it kills me to look at it. Time will heal, but it still hurts. They're not done yet, either.

I'll have major work to do when they leave. My brick driveway (thousands of hand layed bricks) will need total resetting, due to their heavy machinery. Cleanup will take forever. And there's no sense in planting grass because he'll be back in 4 months to add and level more dirt, after this settles. Oh, the agony. Not to mention the expense! (Like $10,000)

Meanwhile, I'm picking raspberries (black and red)--some to eat, freeze, and give to my daughter to sell. Howing garden weeds and picking up the plethora of stones in the soil seems silly compared to the massive "howing" of my back yard!

I'm still golfing early each weekday morning, and running in the evening, before and after the heat of the day. I ran 6 miles before breakfast this morning (no weekend golf). I'm resting now before picking up limbs and sticks from 60+mph winds in last night's storm that passed through.

I might "take it easy" tomorrow on Father's Day! Ha, that's a laugh. Happy FD, all you fathers out there.