Ahhhh not since the great garage/laundryroom flood of o'ten has water wreaked so much havoc on the Tsimberov-DeColebi household. Why must you constantly battle against us, water????
So....late the other night, Bret came in from a late night Bosco outing and said the water pump is leaking. It's situated off to the side of our dirt road driveway, pretty out of the way, next to the stone wall that seperates the neighbor's yard. Fine, the water pump is leaking, fine, turn it off, fine, call the landlord, fine. Everything is fine. We just turned it off and turned it back on when we needed water, right? Wrong. This sweet deal only lasted about 12 hours, then the water pump decided to call it quits on us altogether.
Oh well, it's just a water pump....not.
Water is EVERYTHING.
Bret had to go out of town for a couple of days the following morning, and the landlord said he'd send someone over. So I was alone with Bosco, had no water, and it occured to me after my second trip to the bathroom that something had to be done. Grave is the toilet situation with no water. Grave indeed.
There's a water spigot in a neighboring field about a 7 minute walk from the house. I started looking around the house for big containers to haul water with, and find a big camping water bottle. I go back and forth from the field a couple of times, and try to fill up the back of the toilet reservoir. Turns out, the bottle is 40 percent insulation, heavy and very ineffective. I went outside and found a big old bucket people use for farming in the field in our front yard. Much, much more effective, but heavy and I can only carry it on one side, and it made me feel a bit lopsided. Whatever, I got the toilet to flush. Great success!
I have to run to work, so I fill up an empty plastic trash can with water for reserves for when Bret and co. come back (Andy and Melody are visiting from Seattle, plus our friend Kyle and his girlfriend). So 6 people will be at the house with no running water. Yikes. I hauled more than 30 buckets of water that evening. It was tiring work, but someone has to keep things going!
The next day, our landlord came and installed the new water pump in less than an hour. We didn't even use all the water I had hauled out from the field! What a waste. It was very satisfying dumping the water over the dusty driveway though, it gave it a good wash!
In short, I learned that day that I am not cut out for farm life in my present condition. Not at all.
So....late the other night, Bret came in from a late night Bosco outing and said the water pump is leaking. It's situated off to the side of our dirt road driveway, pretty out of the way, next to the stone wall that seperates the neighbor's yard. Fine, the water pump is leaking, fine, turn it off, fine, call the landlord, fine. Everything is fine. We just turned it off and turned it back on when we needed water, right? Wrong. This sweet deal only lasted about 12 hours, then the water pump decided to call it quits on us altogether.
Oh well, it's just a water pump....not.
Water is EVERYTHING.
Bret had to go out of town for a couple of days the following morning, and the landlord said he'd send someone over. So I was alone with Bosco, had no water, and it occured to me after my second trip to the bathroom that something had to be done. Grave is the toilet situation with no water. Grave indeed.
There's a water spigot in a neighboring field about a 7 minute walk from the house. I started looking around the house for big containers to haul water with, and find a big camping water bottle. I go back and forth from the field a couple of times, and try to fill up the back of the toilet reservoir. Turns out, the bottle is 40 percent insulation, heavy and very ineffective. I went outside and found a big old bucket people use for farming in the field in our front yard. Much, much more effective, but heavy and I can only carry it on one side, and it made me feel a bit lopsided. Whatever, I got the toilet to flush. Great success!
I have to run to work, so I fill up an empty plastic trash can with water for reserves for when Bret and co. come back (Andy and Melody are visiting from Seattle, plus our friend Kyle and his girlfriend). So 6 people will be at the house with no running water. Yikes. I hauled more than 30 buckets of water that evening. It was tiring work, but someone has to keep things going!
The next day, our landlord came and installed the new water pump in less than an hour. We didn't even use all the water I had hauled out from the field! What a waste. It was very satisfying dumping the water over the dusty driveway though, it gave it a good wash!
In short, I learned that day that I am not cut out for farm life in my present condition. Not at all.
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