Up on the roof.

Lead story.

It's been hot here, like it's been hot where you are (offer not valid in PNW).  The heat showed us that the toilet room is not as pretty-smelling as it used to be, and Annie decided to sniff out the reasons.  Obstructions in the vent?  Maybe a wasp nest, or a cache of pecans.  Every answer's a winner.

We have a solar vent shed that fits into an adapter to use the old blackwater tank vent, since we were just using that to hold fresh daisies.  That arrangement on the roof seemed a little wobbly, like a baby's little neck holding up his bowling ball head, so a supporting brace was added.  We've had trouble with excess moisture in the inside toilet vent, so much that the old fan died a lingering death of rust and pew.



Once Annie got her first good look at the arrangement, she understood the problem.   The workings of the vent fit into the inner pipe, then lay down on the outer pipe and screw down.   But, the outside support pipe - a great improvisation - completely defeats the purpose of the fan because it seals the stink in.  She realized there had been no outside venting for the past year, and that just leaves inside venting which we cannot recommend.

Annie drilled a couple of dozen small holes in the outer ring, replaced the solar vent shed, and WHOOSH THE STINK LEFT.

Segue.

Yesterday, before Annie boarded the Grand Funk Railroad, we picked blueberries in the back yard.



Q:  How easy is it to pick blueberries?
A:  Mmblthqppbt.


Things to look at.

L to R:  Carrot and John

Carrot croissant