FROM THE EDITOR’S DESK: Home ownership can really stink
A little over two years ago when I purchased my first home (address withheld to keep picketers and torch burners at bay) I thought, as most young naive minds do, that I would make my monthly payments and things would just fall into place.
By Josh Peterson, editor
I understood a light amount of manual labor might be required. I know the garbage doesn’t take care of itself and the grass doesn’t lay over into nice patterns willingly. I soon learned home ownership is hard work. Most recently that lesson went to a new level.
Nothing like digging up a septic tank, septic lines and wading through mud, not any ordinary mud, for a stinky day to remind you of the joys of home ownership.
I started to notice a funny, not so pleasant smell some time ago but thought the neighbors must have had issues. Couldn’t be my house. Then on Christmas weekend, while passing by my septic area I noticed some moisture. And it hadn’t been raining. To save you the details, believe me they stink, let’s just say Thursday afternoon and Friday weren’t the most fun times. I did, with the help of my uncle, get the problem fixed. Did you know a septic tank could get a hole in the side of it? I didn’t. My level of knowledge when it comes to fixing anything is very minimal, though.
But when all was said and done, it’s hard to explain it, but I had a hint of pride on my shoulders. There is something satisfying about shoveling that last load of “mud” back into the hole that was, spreading all of the necessary disinfectants and environmentally friendly cleaners and then looking at the work and saying: “this is my house, and I can fix anything here.”
Maybe it is a man thing?
Then again it took me an hour to replace a light switch Sunday. Ah, home ownership.
-Josh Peterson is the editor of the Manchester Times. He has won TPA awards for his writing and photography. He can be reached by email at email@example.com or by telephone at 931-728-7577 ext. 105. Click to follow him on Twitter @joshpeterson29