Just last night, as I was performing my late night ablutions, I realized my sink was clogged. 

I have long, fine hair and a clogged drain in the bathroom is not a rare occurrence, but the timing might have been better. I was ready to climb under the covers, turn on my audiobook, and sink into the world of Laurie King’s Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes.

Instead, I was going to have to clean out the drain because it was completely stopped.

I gave the room a keen looking over. Not too bad. Dusty, as ever, but I’d been keeping it up. Since I got rid of the rug that had been shedding, it was a lot easier to keep it reasonably clean, but the hair in the sink … well … as long as the mirror is over the sink, there’s an inevitability about the clogging of the drain.

porcelain sink sunshine BW

You can run, but you cannot hide. But why a quarter of one in the morning? It could have done this any other time of the day and I wouldn’t have minded nearly as much. Or so I thought.

I looked around and spied a full container of Liquid Plumbr. “Aha!” I cried, promptly emptying the entire container into the offending drain.

I tooled around for the requisite 15 minute. That stuff rarely fails. It’s pure lye and will cut through just about anything. So, when the time had elapsed, I turned on the hot water tap and fully expected some gurgling, gulping, and then free draining. Not this night.

bathroom morning shadows BW

Instead, it started to burp up the most revolting things I’d ever seen. Mold that looked like tiny leaves of lettuce from hell. Black gunk in globs. Nameless, hideous, furry things. It was the stuff of nightmare. And the drain wasn’t clearing. The water was still not going down.

Near to panic, I found long tweezers and started to extract clumps of god-knows-what from the drain. Still not draining. I got my long, skinny drain brush and the most nauseating crud was coming out.

By now it was heading towards two in the morning. I’d used my big gun and it hadn’t done the job. I poured down the de-lime, de-slime agent. All of it. Finally, some hint of water movement.

I added a few cups of Mr. Clean and reamed out the drain as far as I could reach. The water went down. Next, I will have to get my son to clean the trap, a job that I am absolutely positive he will not want to do and I don’t blame him. I will make ever effort to be anywhere but home when the event occurs. The cursing and swearing that accompanies this activity is more than I can bear.


Bathrooms. Drains. Lovecraftean things are living, growing, and breeding down there. Hideous things. Green and black slimy things.

I don’t think I’ll sleep for a week.



Wednesday – July 8, 2015

It’s Frisbee Wednesday again. We’ve passed the big summer holiday weekend. The fireworks have been shot. The band played on. Time to move along and get down to the serious work of summering. In a word, that means vacation.

Hyannis Cafe

You have an obligation to have a good time and doing it at home is the coward’s way out. To have a proper good time, you have to go somewhere crowded. Popular. If parking isn’t difficult or impossible, you’ve clearly chosen the wrong place to be.

Hyannisport docked yachts

In this spirit, let me welcome you to Hyannisport. A beautiful harbor. Magnificent yachts. Blue sky, blue water. Happy people.

Yummy fried clams. Acid reflux comes free with each order.

Enjoy the beautiful white sand beaches, the birds gliding over the ocean and the harbor.

Although everything is ridiculously expensive and you’ll have to fight your way through throngs of tourists, it’s part of the experience. Of course, you could go off-season as we have done for many years … September or October, even November … but that might lessen the experience.


It was 76 miles as the road goes, but it took us three hours to get to Hyannis from Uxbridge. Not bad, considering it was a snail trail all the way. No matter. We were in a festive mood. No screaming and cursing from us as we crawled to Cape Cod.

Dock harbor hyannisport

We made it. The moment we saw the place, we got a that sinking feeling. You know what I mean. The asphalt in the parking was in shards. You can’t find the office because there’s a backhoe parked out front. Somehow, you know your room is right behind the backhoe.


“The last lady loved it. She had three little kids and said it kept them entertained.”

Sea Queen Hyannisport

“We don’t have kids. I prefer not to spend my week on the Cape up close and personal with a back hoe.” Humor was lost on our hostess. I had a headache.

dock wharf hyannisport harbor

The only other available unit was on the second floor and of course, there was no elevator or assistance to haul our luggage. I had asked for a room with handicapped access. “Well,” she said, “You’d have to talk to your exchange group about that.”

It was late. We were tired. Fighting was futile. We had paid in advance. It’s good to know when you’re beaten.

Barnstable hawk sunset

Garry had that look he gets when he’s mad as hell, but knows there’s no point in fighting. He knows a dump when he sees one. As he pointed out later as we haul our tons of stuff up the steep flight of stairs … “We’ve stayed in worse.”

Sad, but true.

In Montreal, we shared our room with hot and cold running cockroaches. That was worse.

The mattress on the bed was long past its prime. By the time we encountered it, it was a weary, used up, bitter mattress. Lumpy. Unforgiving. Hard as a rock.


The bathroom was so bad it was funny. “It has,” Garry said, “A certain ‘Je ne sais quoi.’ ” I was laughing hysterically as I pulled out a camera and took a few shots. Too awful. A dump. But, for one, joyous vacation week, our dump.

fishing Hyannisport

When you can’t fix it, soldier on.

The weather was with us. We had been to beautiful places and spent a whole week watching the rain pour down. This time, it was a crappy hotel, but the weather was perfect.

Hyannis harbor docks

When you are on vacation, great weather beats luxury accommodations. Especially when you are a photography enthusiast, even more if you are a couple and both of you are enthusiasts. We grabbed our gear. And took hundreds of pictures.