The Geyser In My Front Yard.

This post was originally written and posted on June 20, 2009.

I came home from work on... Wednesday?

Yes, Wednesday.

I'd been to Casey's funeral.

West had fallen into the basement of the house he was framing and messed up his foot, breaking his toe.

I came home and turned on my sprinkles... only to discover a geyser next to my front porch.

Wednesday was a good day.

I checked it out and it wasn't a sprinkler head.

I stuck my hand into the hole the water was gushing out of to feel for a pipe... no pipe, only the strong rush of water coming from off to the side, and that rush of water was washing out the dirt from under my grass.

I was suddenly very concerned that the geyser that I was finding to be somewhat entertaining, was going to make my grass cave in.

I called Mark.

My neighbor across the street, the one who always saves me in my single motherness (do you have a ladder so I can take down the Christmas lights the previous owners left up? How do I set up my swamp cooler? Do you know how to turn my outside water on? Mark, there's a geyser in my front yard.).

Every single mom needs a Mark.

I now know how to fix a crack in poly pipe. Something every woman should know how to do.

While Mark was working in the geyser-turned-crater, we had a visitor...

Too late, the geyser is closed for sight-seeing.