September 10, 2024
WHINE ALERT!!!!!!!!!!
What the hell is that in your backyard, you ask?
It's been a strange year. It was last September (2023) when my husband showed the first little signs that something was going on with him. It was over a year ago we began to contact different companies to drill a new well. I'm fucking tired.
I've needed a new well for quite some time. I have a cistern (Thank God!) and it has served me well for decades. However, with Ron's situation he had become unable to check the water level in the cistern and to take the required actions if we needed to purchase a load of water. If something happened to me, this would definitely be a problem for him. It may become a problem for me as I get older. Who knows for sure? Making life easier is generally a good thing to do.
Soooooooooooo.... the well drillers are here and that orange mess of wet clay is what is coming up out of the hole as they drill.
It's very distracting.
Instead of being about writer-ish things, I've been sitting in my sunroom office with the binoculars watching the guys work. Then again, watching a couple of men work is its own reward.
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