6.5.25
Running water inside my house is a luxury I took for granted until I didn’t have any this morning. This old farm house is on a private well. The faucet coughed once, then gave up. No water. Just air. That’s when I started to panic. What if the well was empty? I’ve heard about that happening but never thought I’d experience it. After saying ‘what the fuck’ a few hundred times, I switched to the five-finger prayer a friend shared with me. “Dear God, please help. Thanks.” It helped to let my mind calm down so I could gather my thoughts and do what I needed to.
I called the plumber and was greeted with “Quit breaking shit.” LOL. Then I put my rubber boots on and headed out to the well to see if there was anything obviously wrong. Like I’m a well specialist. Shocking – there was no neon sign flashing with instructions on how to fix it. I went back inside and got to work for the day, trying to stay occupied and not worry about things I have no control over. I was patient with co-workers, the plumber’s schedule, and myself. A couple of hours later, I flushed the toilet out of habit, and when I was ready to kick myself, it flushed! I ran to the kitchen and turned the sink on high. It hissed and sputtered, but it was running water. Brown with dirt at first and then clear. The plumber came later in the day and did a thing with the thingy. It had something to do with the pressure tank and 4 other thingies he showed me that I had zero interest in and will never remember what they are or what they are for. I have to monitor the pressure gauge for a few days, but it sounds like the well and pressure tank just took a snooze and then fixed themselves.
I get a gold star for patience today. I’ll take another 24! Preferably with running water.
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