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Day One
The discovery is made.
Children: “The pipes are frozen! The pipes are frozen!”
I find 52. “The pipes are frozen! The pipes are frozen!”
52: “The pipes can’t be frozen.”
Oh. It was 7 am, okay? I hadn’t had coffee yet and I was easily swayed by the children. And we did live in the old farmhouse the past three winters, so our instant thought is that the pipes are frozen if we have no water.
Me: “We have no water! We have no water!”
52 is at work. We survive the day, barely, as we await the arrival of a new well pump.
Begin dish usage reduction program.
Dinner: Sandwiches.
Mood: Frustrated.
Day Two
52 brings a new well pump only to discover no new pump is required. The pump is working. Electric is getting to the well. Water is not getting to the house. Possibly a separation in the water line at the fittings, or worse, a break in the water line. We have 1000 feet of water line between the well and the house.
We resort to showers at the old farmhouse and lugging buckets of water from the pond to flush toilets. The Princess moves in with Georgia.
Me: “I can’t live without water!!”
52: “You don’t look dead.”
Dinner: Sandwiches.
Mood: Panicked.
Day Three
Investigation resumes with digging in the two known locations where there are fittings.

Showers continue at the old farmhouse. Water lugging from the pond becomes a regular habit.
Me: “You’re lucky I’m not having my period or there would be even more drama!!”
52: “This isn’t drama?”
Dinner: Soup!!!!
Mood: Hysterical.
Water, water, everywhere, except for in my house.
First creek in the road to our house.

Second creek in the road to our house.

Third creek in the road to our house.

Welcome to Day Four with No Water.
PREPARE FOR DRAMA.
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