the daily mud, 4-6-20


Not that you can make it out but our sump pump is working very well. These are two pictures off the side and back end of our porch where water being pumped out of the sump pump is overflowing from the drainage tube we have hooked up to it. The tube runs underground through the backyard, water is drained from the pump and water leaks out through teeny, tiny holes along the length of the tube.

Looky here at this picture.



Except when the tube is filled with roots from the grass. At least that’s what our favorite plumber and fireplace fella says. He will be over this afternoon to check it out. Right now what is happening is the pump runs when the bucket is full pushing the water into the tube but the tube is filled quickly and the rest of the water backs up and unto the ground. The water sinks back into the ground, as it does when it rains, seeps back into the sump pump bucket and is pumped back into the tube then backing up unto the ground. It’s like the hydrologic cycle which looks like this:



Except the clouds are the sump pump (but in the wrong place), the water is on my lawn (which is beginning to look like a small ocean) and the ground is a’muddy like a heck. And this is me:

Right now. I am hoping our fellow from Magna Plumbing can fix the problem. But what will the bill be? Will this be my reaction?


Or this?



While working deliriously on this post I came upon a pretty simple picture of the hydrologic cycle. This is it.


I don’ know ‘bout choo but this sun looks pretty honked off. I bet it’s because he has to work all day long. And nights, too. Does the sun ever get a coffee break? It  doesn’t appear so. How crabby would you be having to work non-stop, whether for billions of years or even just over 6,000 years, Biblically speaking? Either way it’s a long time without a smoke or a potty break. And, of course, there is a song which describes an angry sun. It is called Angry Sun by singer-songwriter, Phil Henry*.

An angry sun is glaring down on you
To turn your mountains into sand
Turn your mountains into sand
Understand, that there is nothing you can do
The sun will have her day

An angry sun will laugh and watch you burn
And turn your loved ones into rust
Turn your loved ones into rust
Try you must, but it’s the hardest thing to learn
The sun will have her day

An angry sun will drink your waters dry
Turn your certainty to doubt
Turn your certainty to doubt
Without your faith, you’ll surely wither on the vine
And the sun will have her day


Yeah, that’s about enough.


Jeremiah 10:11-15

“Tell them this, ‘The stick gods
    who made nothing, neither sky nor earth,
Will come to nothing
    on the earth and under the sky.’”
But it is God whose power made the earth,
    whose wisdom gave shape to the world,
    who crafted the cosmos.
He thunders, and rain pours down.
    He sends the clouds soaring.
He embellishes the storm with lightnings,
    launches wind from his warehouse.
Stick-god worshipers looking mighty foolish,
    god-makers embarrassed by their handmade gods!
Their gods are frauds—dead sticks,
    deadwood gods, tasteless jokes.
    When the fires of judgment come, they’ll be ashes.



*I wonder what his last name is?

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