You Can't Make This Stuff Up

….. Or,  I could name this post "Sewage at the Hodgman's - Part 6"

Last month our DD who is a high school volleyball coach in American Fork, Utah, came home and brought her entire volleyball team to play in a tourney in Santa Cruz. They also played against her alma matter high school's team and her old coach who is again coaching at LGHS.
They stayed at our home and so even though the pool wasn't finished and the outside space, not complete, there was room enough around the perimeter for everyone to sleep somewhere. The 3 chaperones each had a bedroom and Stephanie slept in our room as John and I were in and out of town the whole time they were here.

 A few of these mid-state girls had never seen the ocean. Steph made sure they all felt the cold NorCal currents.

 She didn't make me get into the frigid water - good thing since I gave her life, and like the hubby says. "I can take it away too."

 They did pretty well at the sand tournament and they had a great time too.

 The site seeing included the Oakland Temple which was built in the 60's, dedicated in 1964, and has a commanding presence in the city by the bay.

 Some of the Seniors with the coach in the center.

 Fun chaperones/drivers were game to go have fun too.

 Our friends around town provided swimming entertainment, 'cause we couldn't at our house. Thanks Knudsen's!

Stepha and her ex Coach Ripp at the top left.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch.

The real story of the weekend was that the girls got to participate in a Hodgman Sewer Story.
The second night at our house everyone was taking showers after a sandy and sweaty day, when the laundry room toilet started overflowing. Steph and I started plunging and bucketing and we hollered at all the girls to get out of showers and turn all the water off. This particular bathroom has no shower or tub, just a sink and toilet, so I had no idea what was going on.
It was 10:15 PM and I called the city to have the water district man come out and check out the street connection to the house. If you read this often, you'll perhaps remember that we had a problem back in June with back up from the street sewer so I suspected this to be the problem again. It was not.  The roto rooter man was called and he said he could come first thing int he morning.
Meanwhile my DD and I were wet vacuuming crap off of the floor in the bathroom while standing in 1-2 inches of sewage in our bare feet and dumping it into the drain outside near the garden. A fun time was had by all.
Yikes - I have 18 girls and 3 chaperones at my house and no water. Oh … I have a Port-a-Potty in the front yard on the driveway.
"Okay girls, if you need to go during the night, you know what to do. Go through the open garage and use the port-a-potty." Such fun we are having on this little trip.
"And if you didn't get showered, come get into the car and we are headed down to Courtside (athletic club) to shower there before it closes in 15 minutes."
And may I add, "I am leaving at 5:30am tomorrow morning to attend a wedding in Portland."

It all ended up getting fixed while the girls were out and about the following day with or without me home.
It is always such fun around my house.

THE END