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FLUSH

The day is a wash-out. The plumber arrived at 8AM with three new toilets and is taking most of the day (no surprise) to install them. There are some complications but not at any level over expectations: double the money and the time estimated to complete the job. In fact we will fall within expectations as we already adjusted them.

George the plumber is a great guy and his assistant is jovial and attentive to detail. We are going to end up with clean sewer pipes too. Some roots and stuff were found 'down there' and the roto has rooted them out. The new hoppers look neat, are a comfortable sit, and flush fast and quietly.

The biggest upset is for Franklin, who is considerably displaced and displeased by this incursion into his territory. Mostly, incursions are OK if dog-play is involved; but, in this case, these guys ain't gettin' paid by the hour to throw balls or scratch the head. Their attention is called elsewhere.

Of course, Franklin and I share the pain at being out of our routine. I am in such a groove. Some would say it is good to get knocked out of it for a day. I have defied the gods however and found a way to have my routine and eat it too. I ducked into the blog before I went to the gym; went to the store an hour early; got a nap in while the guys went to get some tools and have lunch; and now am making a run through the blog as I babysat Franklin in the kitchen while the guys go in and out of the house on the final install and the cleanup; all open gates and moving targets; heightened doggie interest.

Soon it will quiet down. George will leave. Tonight Franklin and I have dinner by ourselves; John has his bi-monthly bored meeting. We will have our walk, zonk out in the spa and we will contemplate the day and find it to be happy and profitable and very worthwhile. All that patience exercised, all that abandonment of routine, spontaneity, autonomous reactions to the situational twists and turns. Zzzzzzz.