The current routine:
There are several creeks on this farm. This creek begins on this farm and is rather small. I use a coffee can to scoop water from the creek then pour into a larger bucket.
From there, I can provide water to the sheep and goats, or provide water to the house for periodic flushing. Luckily, while this creek is outside the goat yard and front barn yard, it does run directly through the rear barn yard, providing access to water for the donkeys and the major water consumers–the cows.
I can’t do much with cooking. I can’t do dishes. I’m mostly eating sandwiches. I had Morgan pack up and I took her to my cousin’s house for the duration.
I have a guy coming tomorrow to “look” at what needs done.
I’m pretty sure I would miss Stringtown Rising if I didn’t have a little hardship here to comfort me! Most importantly, it is a reminder of what a wonderful thing it is to live in a state that is full of water. I’m not set up to purify drinking water or bring water straight up out of the well, so I’m drinking store-bought water, but I can provide for at least some of the most basic needs right out of the land itself. It’s not convenient, but it’s a reminder of what life’s basic necessities really are–and a poke in the arm not to get too spoiled and to appreciate the natural resources around me.
P.S. Some of you generously took it upon yourselves to donate to the plumbing calamity fund (see discussion in the comments here). THANK YOU.
P.P.S. Edit to add: I can’t believe I’ve left this out of the story so far. After the first fix-it people left yesterday, and after my cousin put in a call to try to round up some new fix-it people to do the job, while we were waiting for said new fix-it people to call back, he insisted on getting a shovel and making me go out to the problem culvert with him. He shoveled for awhile then handed me the shovel and told me to start digging. I had my sobbing breakdown over the plumbing calamity scheduled for that particular moment, but I had to dig instead. I can’t remember the last time I dug a trench by hand with a shovel. Maybe never. Don’t they make backhoes for that? I’m sure there’s some kind of lesson in there somewhere, but at least I was too tired to wallow in an emotional breakdown after that. I was happy to go back to the house and sit down with no water and not be shoveling.