Friday, April 6, 2012

You can't plumb the house through a frost-free bib

any more than you can roller skate in a buffalo herd. 
No, we're not watering our yard with the laundry room sink. That's way too redneck. We're actually watering the house through the laundry room sink. If you think that sounds backwards, you're ok. It is. We were going to plumb things through the hose spigot but it's a frost free kind and water just shoots out everywhere when you try to put water through the wrong way.
Maybe a few steps in reverse would be helpful... I came home Thursday and headed to the sink to cool my parched palette only to find that our trusty water source had dried up. Not even a drop. Here's the Reader's Digest version: pressure switch has been replaced, pressure tank is fine, there are no leaks under the house, and the pump is fine. I know the pump is fine because I pulled it out and took it down to our neighbors (the one whose house we envy) and had him test it. Quite convenient that his career was fixing pumps! But, I make this sound easier than it is! The pump is, thank goodness, not down inside the well. It's in a cozy little covered hole in the ground. Just pop the top and climb in. Not so easy again. Someone thought it a good idea to build a stout dog house on top of the pump house- framed, insulated, sheetrocked and with about two feet of clearance. Into the dog house, stand on your head, lower yourself into the hole. Then, get said pump with pipes protruding at odd angles out of said maze. If the pressure tank ever has to be replaced ye old dog house will have to be removed. Brilliant. Until I can get back down there and check on the back-flow valve, we're using the yard pump to push water through the laundry room sink and into the rest of the house. (The yard pump is on its own well. We happen to have four wells on our half acre- someone was OCD about wells)
Did I mention Bonnie was spending the night again when this all fell apart? And Shauna's been having shows so I've been enjoying some parenting opportunities. But that means that I can't be down a well hole. So, we'll be enjoying lawn water for a wee bit longer.

Ok, enough rattling on.
Here's Emma.
Checking out her reflection in the window.
 Trying on a new vest.



 Trying to stand up.
Typical. The left sock is off. It's probably in her mouth. She likes it that way.




2 comments:

  1. Ug.
    Glad someone was ocd on wells, you still have water.
    Quite a cutie pie you've got there! Looks to me she might be chewin' on Scout's toy, not a sock...
    Hugs to ya all!

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  2. And Justin's comment is, fun. To which I sharply note, fun for you to read. Ha,ha!

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