Sunday, April 19, 2026

Adventures in Greywater

My weekend began with a little light reading, enjoying one of our first nice spring Saturdays digesting some of Neil Peart's "Travelling Music" with my coffee on the back deck. Every so often I got a whiff of sewage or some similar odour, but didn't think much of it.....until I also heard a bubbling sound.

We have had our septic tank pumped out before, but in almost nineteen years here, we had never even looked at the greywater system. I popped the inspection cap off the greywater pop, and everything looked good - clean - but no water was making it that far up the pipe.

Turns out under the paving stone we had never moved, there is a tank (well, cement box)....and it was full! So full in fact, that excess water was just overflowing into the lawn beside it and pooling.

I grabbed some gloves, a bucket and an old empty plastic coffee can. I took out ten buckets of water, which got me down to the sludge.....which had suddenly blocked the flow of water out of the holding tank. I took out ten coffee cans full of sludge, which let me pull out the elbow pipe and clean it, which also let me get a little more sludge out of the bottom before returning the pipe.

All good now - apparently we just need to clean it out a little more often than every nineteen years or so. Not exactly how I had planned to spend my Saturday morning, but obviously time well spent.

We also got a few days of heavy rain shortly thereafter, so likely good to have the plumbing in order as the yard was flooded enough just from Mother Nature. Can't complain too much since others were still getting snow, while we had green grass, daffodils and budding trees. And a fairy ring on the front lawn!

 

A full greywater tank!


Bucketing out the water and sludge


Cleaning out the elbow pipe...

...and the last of the sludge!

Good as new!

A soggy few days in early April

Fairy Ring on the front lawn!


Thursday, March 26, 2026

A Weekend in London

On a pleasant spring Saturday morning, we dropped Vincent at Noah's Ark and set off for a weekend adventure in London-town. We took the quiet and scenic backroads, stopping first to visit Dave at his nursing home for a nice lunch, two puzzles, and part of a spring-training Jays game.

Heading on to London, we checked in to the Guest House on the Mount, an old nunnery situated at the forks of the Thames and near Western campus. After securing our room, we headed downtown....after driving very slowly through several blocks of emerald-clad students bearing mysterious vessels of green liquid. The St. Patrick's Day festivities were in full swing in the Broughdale district.

Once downtown, we parked the car and walked up to scope out Covent Garden Market. After wandering the aisles and alleys, we walked uptown a few blocks for a nice dinner at Spaghetti Eddy's, home of the quaint ambience and generous portion. We walked off our dinner and conveyed our ample leftovers back to the car, their garlic-infused contents sure to improve the general aroma of the Bronco's interior. 

After a nice coffee at the board game cafe across from the venue, we trekked back uptown and east a few blocks for a few pints of Tennent's at The Scots Corner. This authentic pub experience sent us straight back to last year's trip to Glasgow and Edinburgh, complete with passionate football fans cheering on West Ham to upset Man City and stave off relegation.  

It was time for the main event. We walked back to Canada Life Place, formerly Bud Gardens and The JLC, where we had tickets to the Rock Orchestra. With front row balcony seats, we settled in for two awesome sets of classic rock and 90's grunge performed by a killer orchestra with a gothic backdrop. With 5 strings, 4 horns, 2 drummers and 3 vocalists - 1 extremely energetic and 2 extremely operatic - they rocked their way through a wicked setlist including (among others) Zeppelin, AC/DC, Aerosmith, the Rolling Stones, Metallica, GNR, Linkin Park, the Cranberries and Evanescence.

It was a great show, and we would highly recommend if they are touring in your vicinity.

After the show, we headed back to The Mount for a quiet night. A light snowfall made the morning trek to a nearby Starbucks a little more interesting, though the prying wind was truly the eye-watering part. After waking up, we met John and Julie for a nice lunch at the Union Pub in Komoka on our way home to warmer climes. A very windy Monday morning even saw me climbing down into the DEEP ditch to retrieve our garbage bin, as Jane "helped" - i.e. took pictures of my struggles!

What a memorable weekend!


Covent Garden Market

Spaghetti Eddy's




Pints at the Scots Corner




Rock Orchestra!


Fishing the garbage bin out of the ditch


Saturday, March 21, 2026

R.I.P. Mama

Sadly, we had to say farewell to Mama in mid-March. She was a tough old gal and had been hanging in there for longer than we would have thought, and still showing joy in her daily routines in spite of her advance age. She had gotten quite thin despite her ravenous appetite, and though we didn't know her age we guessed her to be around 18 years old.

She arrived on our property in February 2011, looking for warmth and safety. Her leg had been ripped open fairly badly, so we locked her in our garage to give her somewhere safe to eat, drink, sleep and heal. Lo and behold, she up and had three kittens one day in the garage, and our little family swelled by four, Mama and her Nugs. We had planned to give the kittens away, but of course we fell in love and could not break up the family.

She loved socializing with us outside, whether it was stealing my chair at the fire pit, hanging out in the hammock as I read a book, our crawling into our tent when we camped in the yard. 

We named her Pooka. In time she healed and stuck around, living mainly outside except on the coldest winter nights. In her later years, she spent more time inside cuddling and enjoying the warmth. She even started to sleep between our pillows and purr softly in our ears. 

She continued to rule over her three babies and also tried to rule the other cats as well. She had real attitude, and her one nickname "Crankenpuss" was well-earned. Mama was matriarch of the property, and the name stuck early on. Even in her declining years, she was a large presence in the house that is already sorely missed.

Farewell sweet baby girl - Mama, aka Pooka, Mama Pook, Crankenpuss, Crankers, Jim/Jimmy/Jimsy, James T. Mifflesmiff, The Smiffler, Tabby Thunder, Stumblebum, and in her chunkier days, both Two-Pants and "The Nuclear Football".