One of the
joys of rural living is the lack of a monthly water bill. Instead, we pay tribute to a well system that
requires frequent appeasement with 40-pound bags of salt pellets. We also serve the pump and other components
that deliver potable water to our home.
We’ve
replaced much of the hardware in the system during the last six years. Such repairs and replacements involve
crawling into the crawlspace beneath the house and applying tools, special
skills, and knowledge peculiar to the well drilling and maintenance trades
while working mostly in the dark. We
have a working relationship with a well-respected well company that we
trust.
Periodically,
the water becomes cloudy and we begin guessing whether a service call is
necessary, or whether the water will clear in a day or so. Yesterday afternoon, the guessing game
began. Today, it appears that studied
patience was the popper course of action.
We noticed
this morning that Arlo Guthrie’s wife died yesterday, How very sad for Arlo and their
children.
The drive
into town this morning was filled with striking images of low, dark clouds
lying halfway down the mountainsides. At
random, intervals the sun would break through and we could see how rapidly the
clouds were being pushed by the higher winds aloft. Colors are starting to become quite bright
and prevalent as the trees prepare for the coming winter. It is a good time to be here.
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