Good Country Livin

What a week. Let's see...we've been battling AT&T, really since the fires last year, but daily for the last three weeks. The digital lines that allow G to work from home sound like they're sponsored by Rice Krispies. She's now driving to work before dawn and rushing home to test with Snap Crackle & Pop. It's enough to drive a seasoned IT dork to madness.

Monday I returned to the ranch to find both the well pump and the booster pump chuggin away. We had water pressure but I couldn't figure out why all the pumping. After some thorough investigation, I somehow lost all water pressure. A couple evenings full of locating underground valves and turning knobs and I was able to get the pressure back, but now no water was pumping to our tank. Still tho, the well pump was chuggin away. I decided to call in the pros as we were either staring at an empty well or the line from the well to the tank busted. Dry well means we're paying someone to truck in water...no bueno.

Turns out there's a hole at the top of the pipe in our 500' well. So our pump pushes the agua up to the hole, out it goes and falls back down to the pump. I've never been so excited to waste three days of electricity in my life.

Then there was the septic disaster. I was walking up to the house from feeding the cows, when I was crippled by a malodorous cloud of doom. I stood half paralyzed thinking wow every cow pie in the pasture must lock into some sort of vapor tunnel that leads right to this very spot. Until I looked to my feet and noticed something ripped a two foot hole in our septic tank and I was staring directly into the belly of the beast. What a mess.

Alas, we persevered and Caden never seemed to lose his cool.