Digging a hole

We’re having a new well drilled in the front of our house. It’s a long story but our old well has to be closed and we need a new one. That means we now have two men along with two massive trucks permanently parked in the front of our house causing an unholy mess.

Yeap, those were trees. As in green.

Don’t get me wrong, we want a well. We do. It’s just that I, for one, had no idea what it took to, well dig one.

This is one of the trucks that are needed to drill this well. I honestly had no idea. I didn’t know there was a difference between digging and drilling a well. I didn’t know it took days and days to do the job, and I certainly didn’t think they would dig up our trees to make room for their trucks.

I know there are people who are dying in the world and two trees are small potatoes next to the terrible things happening…but I loved those trees. I won’t get too mushy but I said hi and bye to them every morning and celebrated their little green growths every spring. This year, Chunky was gaining on Skinny and I thought he would beat him…

Then I came home to find this instead of my beloved trees.

I asked the men where the blue spruces were and, brace yourself dearest gentle reader, they had dug them up and pushed them behind the…messy, clay covered barriers. In other words, they were dying or dead already.

Now, this blog is about happy things, so I’m going to say that we’re really glad we’re getting the new well (eventually). Also, this morning, the cutest little baby rabbit came over though the mess for breakfast and he was absolutely adorable.

He really was super tiny and mesmerized our two fluff-balls of dogs. I had to give it to him for cuteness. He was also super fast! I could barely snap a picture of him before he was gone. So cute!

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.

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