I am here to report that I, Priscilla the Queasy, have survived the composted toilet - so far! The real test comes in just three days. I call it THE TEST and it looms like Mt. Everest in my mind. On that day of reckoning, I will turn over the compost drum backwards, dumping (an exacting term) the, ah hem, into the drawer. I then pull out the drawer, and if I do not faint, I get to walk the contents about 100 feet to a path that goes to the PILE.

So far there have been no offensive fumes, no snakes, only a tiny orb spider that freaked out when I opened the door and dive bombed for the trash can. There is a container with peat moss that you sprinkle over the ah hem. The only draw back, and I might change my mind about it, is getting out of bed in the middle of the night when it is raining, going along with a flashlight to the commode. Still it was not that bad although Priscilla confesses, I whimpered a little about it. What a whimp!

It is all a lovely experience so far and a setting like no other. So here is the first unveiling of the compost toilet at the Waters' place:

View from the "John" to the Aspen Grove, back of the Studio: