Rub a dub dub

In the almost 8 years we've lived in our house, this is the 3rd time the well has gone out.  No working well means no water for us.  We have some stored water, but it isn't quite the same.  At the end of the day, Ryan wanted to be clean.  So he bought a new garbage can from Ace Hardwear, took it to our neighbor's house, and filled it with water from the hose.  Nice, fresh, very cool water.  

 In the end, we couldn't goad him into taking an actual bath.  The water was too cold for sinking into, even for Ryan.  He decided he would let the garbage can sit in the back of his truck and soak up all the sun rays it could, and then he could take a soaking bath tonight if the well wasn't back up and running by then.

We were able to get someone out to fix the well.  I'm pretty sure the well died because I mentioned to a friend that we never hire people to do projects around our house.  Ryan is pretty handy and we DIY nearly everything to save our pennies.  And thanks to this lovely circumstance, I am thus proved wrong: sometimes we do have to hire things out.

The fellow that came remembered the previous owners and lectured ME about all the reasons why putting the control panel inside of the well was a bad idea.  Cutting corners is the reason why the control panel died and we didn't have water.  And, as he reminded me, a house is almost nothing, barely civilized, without running water.  

Thanks, I'll remember that the next time I'm putting in a well.

But our water is running again, and life is good.