On water issues

Our well fiasco is still an ongoing thing. Apparently (as in, we didn’t know because no one told us), we share our well water with our neighbours. When they started doing construction, they cut the line that fed water to our well and…well we went without.

I moaned at length about that in a previous post, so there’s no need for me to go on here about how hard it is to have no water and how spoiled we are in Canada with water. No, no need. Instead, I’ll let you know that we do have water, albeit our neighbours’ because we reconnected the water line.

Still, we need a permanent solution and stealing their water is not it. So, we have someone coming in to drill a new well for us…sometime this week. Hopefully very soon.

Now, you’d think that’d be it. I’m done talking about water and taking up your time. Well, no. Our sub pump decided this was the perfect time to throw a fit and it broke yesterday. Ironic, because a moment ago I was moaning about how we had no water and without a sub pump, we’d be…well, flooded.

This new development almost send my lovely hubby over the edge. He shook his British head and declared we had to move. Right. Now.

He’s away this week, however, so I get to make the decisions and my first one is that we’re not selling our house.

The second one is where our well will go…hee hee.

 

A lesson in perspective

A couple of days ago, I was moaning about my Day Job and how people can be grumpy with each other. Now that our well has died and we have no water, I’m no longer worried about who I have to work with. They could throw Hannibal Lecter into my job and I wouldn’t care. It’s not even on my radar.

Funny how perspective can change just like that. All I can think about now is how much money I’d trade for a long hot shower.

 

 

Where we have no water

I might have mentioned that we live out in the country. That means no municipal water access. Instead, we get our water from a well.

Ours has run out of water.

The first thing that happens when you realize you have no water is you need to pee. It’s almost instant. No water, must go to the bathroom. But, of course, you can’t flush. And you can’t wash your hands!

The next thing we did was to call a plumber and wait, hoping that by luck, whatever had dried our well, would fill it up.

No such luck.

When a well doesn’t work, people tend to panic and we were no exception. We called every person we would find that had something remotely to do with water or wells or homes or dogs or humanity…And everyone had advice that was both confusing and, at times, contradictory.

Our plumber (who didn’t look a day over 18) told us to drill a new one. Our neighbours (who have lived in the area for over 20 years) told us to sit and wait. The city officer we got on the phone told us (after many calls and messages) to not bother him because he had nothing to do with wells.

So, while we sit here in our own filth, do you want to check out an awesome blog? While I avoid the heavy topics in my little blog, this one deals with them head on. And while most people beat around the bush, this blog gives it to you straight. Check out Just Gene’O and let me know what you think!

My ridiculous issue with The Handmaid’s Tale

I have an issue with The Handmaid’s Tale. A pretty ridiculous one too.

After last season’s ending, I was pretty miffed with the show…but this season I watched it again…only to have another issue pop up.

Here’s the thing. I work with the public. I won’t go into details of the job but suffice it to say that I see plenty of people on a daily basis. After many years of working with the public, I can tell you that some are lovely, wonderful people…and some are one raisin away from being a total fruit cake.

Case in point: We have a waiting area that we keep as pleasant, inviting and comfortable as possible. There are chairs to sit in, magazines to read and even water for those who are thirsty. We have tried to remove all and any stressors from the waiting area.

Of course, the public has managed to have all sorts of issues and freak outs in our waiting area. They have fainted, had allergic reactions, complained about every issue imaginable and one almost gave birth in it. A day doesn’t go by without someone getting upset.

So, how on earth do the people in Gilead keep all the women subdued and quiet? How do they manage to keep them all from freaking out? How do they keep the handmaids from killing someone or even each other? I can’t even imagine the gossip, the resentments, the beefs that they would have. They would have so many issues, they would be lining up to tattle tale on each other. The eyes would be swamped with the lists of grievances.

Okay, I did warn you.

This is definitely a ridiculous grief.

Okay, quick change of topic! How was your day? 😀

 

Adorable odd friends

I was all grumpy today because my car is getting fixed and it’s still not finished and my hubby showed me this video. It just made me grin like a silly kid. So cute!

How to NOT kill a wasp

  1. Find a British husband paranoid of wasps (the British part is optional but it does help in the cursing part)
  2. Get said husband to become obsessed with barbecuing on a beautiful sunny Saturday.
  3. Give husband a few potatoes to cook with onion dip to make them attract wasps.
  4. Have husband curse as wasps approach. (British curses add a certain gusto to the entire experience).
  5. Have said husband come into house swear he will kill the wasps, find a swatter and step outside only to run back in because wasp was ‘right there!’
  6. Have husband swear even more imaginatively than before involving all the wasp’s predecessors and progeny.
  7. Encourage husband to stay indoors only to have him bolt right back outside.
  8. Watch British husband dance around outside batting his hat at the air while the wasp meanders away completely unperturbed.

Just because I’m ga-ga over baby animals

This is self-indulgence at it’s worse. Be warned.

 

These are just a few of the super-cute pictures from Wicked Aww Pics. I just love them! don’t you? Aw…so cute!!

Where I may need to get a life

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Well, Game of Thrones is over. The final season came and went and, with it, a lot of people got upset. They didn’t like the ending, they didn’t like who had died or who hadn’t died, they didn’t like the lighting, they wanted a different ending…the reasons abound. I too was upset. But my reason is…well, let’s call it unique, shall we?

I didn’t like the lack of winter.

From the very first time Ned Stark warned us that ‘Winter is coming’, Game of Thrones kept warning us about an imminent and dire winter. If you read the books, they even warn that, during said season, the weather was so terrible that mothers would kill their babies rather than let them live in such conditions.

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I read that and thought: wow. This must be winter like we’ve never seen before. It must be abominable, worst weather than exists in even Pluto (check it out, that is one frozen dwarf planet).

So, I was super pumped when Arya and Sansa announced this season that Winter was here. I thought: this is it! Ice storms, blizzards, frostbite, snowsqualls, darkness, sleet, ice here we go!

Well…yeap. So that didn’t happen.

Forget blizzards, there simply wasn’t a single bad snow storm in sight. In fact, except for the dusting of snow that covered the ground, it was hard to tell that it was winter at all.

Okay, they did have snow, but there wasn’t any windchill factor, or frostbite in sight. I don’t even remember any of them wearing gloves.

I get that this was a movie set in Ireland and that the producers weren’t Canadian, so no one around there knew what winter can be like…but, that was it? That was their version of a tough winter? Man alive! They should come over here to the Lovely Frozen Country of Snow (aka Canada) and spend a couple of days in January. Just a couple of days.

I bet they would all discover the need for gloves (or lose digits to frostbite) and I bet they would fall in love with hats (or lose earlobes). I bet they would drop those long discussions outside quite quickly and text someone instead and I bet they would develop a sudden fondness for the dragon that can breathe fire.

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What? What’s that you say?

Oh yeah. I know. This is a completely ridiculous gripe with what’s obviously an incredibly successful show.

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But, see here’s the thing. While you can stop reading this post and get away from my silly whining; I live with this brain. This stuff is rumbling around my head constantly.

Obviously, I need to get a life…or possibly medication.

 

Cooking

Well, this is not a recipe. It’s more like a desperate attempt at feeding us. I grabbed what I had in the kitchen and threw them into a pan. This was the result.

I had some red sweet peppers, some portobello mushrooms, some spinach and a lonely onion. I chopped it all up, cooked it with a tiny bit of olive oil and hoped it would work with some sauce and pasta. Oh…I also added some garlic and a bit of nutritional yeast at the end (so it doesn’t get cooked and loses its nutritional value.

I have no idea if it’ll turn out okay or if it will be inedible. But, since it’s pretty much all we have to take to work, that’s what we’ll be eating for lunch for this week. Or peanut butter sandwiches.

Okay, pasta is done. I’m off to try my concoction. Wish me luck!

Ah…hope

Finally, we’re seeing some signs of Spring. They’re so lovely, I can’t put them into words.

Okay, the last one wasn’t a sign of spring. It’s just Ocean enjoying the sights of spring, especially those of chipmunks.