One of my biggest pet peeves about farm life is dealing with the water well. I haven't been able to drink the water that comes out my faucets for years. There are little microbiological thingies in there that aren't meant for human consumption. I live with that. I've adapted.
The thing that really frosts me is when the water pressure goes. That leaves me without a drop of water. Never, ever has a permanent fix for that been considered. We can "get by" by doing this or that per my husband which is actually per his father. (I say through gritted teeth.) It works for a while, and then, golly gee, the pressure tank needs to be reworked again. My husband will make 10,000 calls to his father and scratch his head. I will blog as I am doing now, so that I don't spend the next 20 years to life in a corrections facility.
I suggested starting saving up to buy a new pressure tank. (It lives in the basement much like a water heater does.) That way we could be done with the problem of the faulty bladder in the old one. Oh no, I must be crazy. All we have to do is this, this, and this and it will last us a long time....again. Again, being the operative word here.
Then on hot days, the cattle will drink the well dry. There are too many cattle here for the well to support plus the house. But he let's daddy bring his cattle on over anyway. (Let me count to 10.)
Long ago I learned to buy gallons of water from town and to keep a
supply of baby wipes on hand for kinda sorta impromptu cleaning up.
So, such is my life this waterless evening. I've had two lovely high blood sugar readings to boot from the stress I'm trying so very hard not to implode with. I thought if I wrote about it, it might be the release of tension I need.
Thanks for listening to me vent.
CW



