Anchor Struck

Happy new year, all! I’m taking a break from the 40 or so college football bowls and/or playoff games, so thought I’d check in for the first time in 2025. The title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with the content. I saw it recently as a subtitle during a musical bridge in a You Tube song, and felt it just had to be shared. Enjoy.

I’ve decided to stop obsessing about what Trump will or will not do this year. I have repeatedly under and overestimated him, which often resulted in much gnashing of teeth. There are other ways to save humanity, with brings us to composting toilets.

The one big splurge Jude and I had for Christmas is a Nature’s Head Toilet. Our septic field was maxing out, so we spent $1000 or so for this self-contained system. It installed easily where our old flush toilet sat. We were even able to use some of the old plumbing as part of the venting.

The new system separates urine from feces. The urine goes into an container that can be capped and emptied. We’re putting ours in a large tank where we will dilute it with spring water to use as fertilizer. The feces drops into a compartment with a bedding material which is blended into the poop by a crank that can be turned by hand or foot. We’re using shredded coconut fiber, but other biodegradable bulk like sawdust, peat moss or coffee grounds can be used. After a week of use, we’ve already emptied the urine container once. The feces will take several weeks more, on average, and then go into a compost bin.

The reason I bring this to your attention is that toilet flushing is our most common use of domestic water, even more than showering or bathing. Water is well on its way to becoming our next precious fluid, and Aging Orange has made it clear that his new administration will care Jack Shit about conserving natural resources.