Unless something unfortunate happens, always a possibility, in a few hours I will have made it to the end of another month.
There's a last time for everything. Earlier today I was wondering when he last time I used a permanent working out house. Not a porto-potty or stuff they stick up at work sites and large gatherings, but a structure used because the house did not have indoor plumbing. This wasn't an out of the blue rumination......I was listing some comic postcards on eBay where outhouses were the theme, and it got me to thinking.
I don't know the exact date, but it was probably in my late teens, at my grandparents house on Montgomery Creek in Knott County, Ky. I'm pretty sure I didn't realize it was my last time and even if I had I have no idea what I would have done differently. No type of ceremony comes to mind.
I assume this is not my last August, but we'll have to wait a year to find out. If I knew for a fact it was my last August, I doubt I'd change anything. I could light a candle, I guess, but why bother.
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You could put up pictures of vegetables bought at the Farmer's Market.
Oh, btw, my last outhouse usage was on a lake at a cabin in Northern Minnesota. The folks who owned the cabin were of Polish descent and had a small Polish-English dictionary on a cord attached to the wall so you could read it and learn while you went potty. The seat was made of styrofoam so you wouldn't freeze to it in winter.
Dang now you have me thinking when was the last time..:)
PA: that was one fancy outhouse up there in MN.
blues: It was a very common experince for me for the first part of my life. Just had to check for snakes and stinging insects.
My last time using an out house was at my grandparents house, my grampie died and shortly after grammie sold the house. That was 1987.
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