October 27

Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry, you gonna sit right down and cry? Nope, I'm walkin, yes indeed and I'm talkin bout going to the well to see. A scary walk it was too. We've joked a lot about these very tall trees that line our road and drop huge limbs every so often, dropping one down on us as we walk by. A good chance was missed last night around 9:15.

That chance came to pass while the wind was blowing around thirty miles per hour, give or take and about twenty minutes after we discovered that we had no water. A flashlight would not have helped but that is all I had as I walked to the well house to check things out. Noticed there was no pressure in the water tank and the pump not pumping right away. Flipping around on things, all I could get to fire up was the light which quickly indicated to poor dumb me that the problem wasn't a lack of electricity. Nothing to do but take the, tho I walk through the valley along the road, walk back home.

Drinking all that diuretic coffee isn't too bad for me because I can always slip outside for relief. The wind is still doing a good job of moving the air which results in taking a necessary precaution as to which direction you face. Some other daily's caused me to think back to a visit to old Mexico several years back where an old man would step into a just used stall with a bucket of water to flush the stool. The memory was brought forth as this old man was doing the same thing with a scooped up bucket of lake water this morning.

We have contacted the repair guy and are now awaiting his call to advise us his schedule for covering our problem and making us happy. Hope along with soon are two words heavy on our minds.
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"We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us." - William Butler Yeats