We lost our water on Friday.
Pedro was in the shower in the middle of washing his hair when the water pressure dropped and then quit.
This did not make him happy.
As soon as Buddy and I walked in the door after running some errands – he told us.
This did not make us happy.
And since we are not on rural water – but have our own well – there was nobody to call to come fix the problem.
Except for Jan.
So I did.
That did not make him happy, either.
The only one that was unaffected by this earth shaking news was Dagmar – who was on her long shift at the hospital all weekend and could actually shower, wash her hands and flush the toilet.
Jan climbed into the well house when he got home and discovered a blown switch.
Just a blown switch.
Both Jan and I were scared that the well had gone dry. It has been a seriously dry two years. People around us have had it happen. The possibility was very real.
But it was just a switch. This time.
Thankfully we had a spare and by evening the water was back on.
And everyone was happy.
But we’re cutting back on water consumption – just in case.
And praying hard for rain.
Photo by Angelsharum
You may have noticed that I often refer to my family as “homesteaders”.
I will admit that it has raised some questions.
Most people think of a homesteader as those brave souls who took up the “free” land offered by the government in the 1800’s.
They lived in tar paper shanties or earthen dugouts while they “proved” up their section. They survived freakish blizzards and grasshopper plagues while settling up the mid-section of our great country.
That’s not us. (Although some of last winter’s weather was a bit freakish! 🙂 )
Neither are we farmers – or ranchers – or pork producers – or cattle producers – or dairymen. But I think the world of this people (and you should too if you ate anything today!) Some of my closest friends and many relatives would fall into these categories.
Even though we both live in rural America – those folks all have lots of land, big machines, large flocks or herds and they feed the world.
It’s their job and they do it well.
But it’s not us.
We’re homesteaders. We have some land, miniature tractors, a few animals and attempt to feed ourselves.
We don’t make a living from our land – but we try to live off our land.
We raise a few chickens for their eggs and their meat. We may have a few cattle or a few pigs – all with the intent to butcher them for our own needs.
We have a large garden and orchard so we can enjoy fresh fruits and vegetables. On a good year we even have some to share.
Webster’s dictionary defines a homestead as “The home and adjoining land occupied by a family”.
That’s us. We’re living on the land and making it a home.
All the rain and flooding yesterday left us without telephone service and internet for several hours.
No checking emails, no blogging, no research, no incoming calls, no outgoing calls, nothing.
It was frustrating! I’m ashamed to admit how dependant I am on my links to the outside world.
Now most of you are asking, “Where’s your cell phone?”
It was here, but worthless. As one friend put it, “Honey, you really do live in ‘E I E I O Land’, you have no signal anywhere!”
She was right. We drive up the road to the cementary to talk on the cell phone!
Thankfully we didn’t need to resort to smoke signals or passenger pigeons. It was a minor inconvenience and all systems were up and running again by noon today.