blown off the floor

explosing toilet

We’re having some issues with our septic system.

I had the tank pumped, so it bought us some time, but this can’t go on forever.

Last night I had a dream that Nate was calling to me from the bathroom, and when I went in to see what all the fuss was about, he was sitting on the toilet, askew, at an angle, the black hole leading down into the stinky darkness exposed.

He was laughing.

“It blew off!!”

I was mad in my dream.

I yelled a little.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!!” I said.

“I was sitting here….and when I flushed, it all came apart” he told me.

Now, I know that the pressure wouldn’t be so great that the toilet would be ripped off its bolts and released from the floor.

That’s impossible. It would be horribly dangerous to use the toilet if it could blow up like that.

I remember that I felt like I needed to jump out of bed and check things, just to make sure that the toilet was still attached to the floor.

Then, I realized that it was a dream and I went back to sleep.

Of course, when I got up this morning, everything that I could see was copaceptic…, copaseptic….errrrrrrrr, copacetic.

Of course, when I got up this morning, everything that I could see was copaceptic, er, copaseptic, errrrrrrrr, copacetic.

(Jenny told me that “…….” wasn’t right, that I should use commas instead, so      I’m trying. Old habits die hard. I miss my dots.)

That toilet was still rooted to the floor of the bathroom.

It’s funny that the first reaction I have when something weird happens is to question the child closest to the event, though.

That’s not right.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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