Under that board lurks a hole. In that hole skulks a tank. A septic tank.
It sounds sinister, but it's actually good news: given the age and the purpose of this building, we weren't completely sure we had one. The previous owner absolutely refused to allow a septic inspection before we purchased the place, so we went ahead on the assumption that it would absolutely need a new septic system installed, and we settled for a percolation test to see how suitable the land would be.
Talking to the neighbors in the old parsonage one day, it became crystal clear why the previous owner refused that inspection: he thought the church and the parsonage were on the same system. This seemed to be common knowledge with the renters and the landlord of the property next door, but it seems not to be so.
Talking with the owner one day, he indicated that his tank was on the opposite side of the parsonage yard. However, we could see very plainly from the hole that Paul had already dug that we also have a tank on the opposite corner of our building. This was very welcome news to us.
The question now is whether or not we can have the tank pumped. On one hand, it is an old steel tank and if it is not sound, it could collapse. On the other hand, if the rest of the dirt is dug out, there won't be any significant weight to strain the integrity of the structure, and pumping it could be safely and easily done. Then, after a few showers and the tank has been filled, the hole can be refilled.
While the septic system really does need to be brought up to legal standards, we no longer feel like we're living on borrowed time. It would just be really nice to be able to deal with this before winter arrives, so we're praying over this project, too.
Thanks for joining us.