the inner goddess?

ok, so the back page of the new yorker, by roz chast is absolutely hysterical, with an 'are you entering your goddess years?' quiz, and humorous cartoons depicting typical goddess garb, such as tunics, bold jewelry, and ethnic hair........i, the mm, have no inner goddess...of this i am certain.....the only personality lurking inside is a travel agent/ tour guide.........and those who know me well, or who have had the ultimate pleasure of traveling with me, know that orchestrating travel is something that i live for....which brings me to this afternoon.......i am digging up the plantings in our side yard...the area that i call my bathroom garden because i can look out while i am getting dressed and see the lilac, the therese bugnet rose, the luneria, etc.........and the bushes that i am trying to preserve, now that i am told that they may be strangling the lateral lines of the septic system...........the quotation that we were given to dig down to the lateral lines would cover a trip this january to florence.....so i am digging it up myself.....so far i have uncovered a solid 12 inches of lateral line....and i am now taking a well-earned break...................i have no good place to put the dirt, as this is a well-planted area........with 16 years of established growth/root systems..............granted, one of the goddess qualifications involved 'extreme importance of the home and garden'.........well, my garden plantings are important to me.....and i will go to great lengths to avoid digging up my brick walkway.....lateral line # 1 is about 6 inches from the walk....i am praying that the leak will be on this line, and not on line #2, which runs directly under my walk and my rosebush..........yes, i could move the bush, but i like looking out on when it blooms.............anyway, back to the goddess thing......i despise herbal teas...................bring on the caffeine.........