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rewind : the week(s) without water

Over the past several months we have had more than our fair share of water issues on the farm. 

First there was a broken joint under the house, fixed that. Then we lost water pressure. We moved the pressure tank up from under the house (why on earth do they put them where you can't get to them??) The next move was to pull up the well pump, 180 feet below ground. It was a tough job, but a family learning experience. After a long days work, all five of us covered head to toe in mud, we still didn't have water. FAILURE. The next morning, Sunday, we pull it up again, we're getting good at this now, and return the pump to town in exchange for another one. Put down the new pump. STILL NO WATER. Back to work for all of us on Monday, filthy and sweaty and gross. Tuesday we rush home from work, pull the pump for the third time, we're becoming professionals now, replace the entire line running down to the pump, drop it back down... WE STILL DON'T HAVE WATER. At this point, all of us are nearly ready to pack a bag and abandon ship. Finally out of options we can tackle ourselves, figuring we need a backhoe to dig the 150 feet from the pump to the house to replace the line, we call in the real pros. In the following two days a very nice gentlemen came to examine the problem, free of charge, and returned to fix it the very next day, for the low price of $150. It turned out to be the joint between the well and the piston adapter (look at me talking like I know something) that was broken. Two new pumps and a new line later, all in vain, but hey, we certainly learned a thing or two. 


we are all covered in mud.

Let me just say,
I appreciate my running water more than anyone I know.

Until next time,
Angela Kelly
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