Water we take for granted, here in Nova Scotia. On Sunday while reading in the living room, I heard a motor coming on, then stop after a minute, only to start up again after three minutes. It is not a normal sound, so on Monday we called our plumber, Robbie, who came first thing today. When he first started working for us fourteen years ago he had just started his own plumbing business and looked about 16. Now he is rounder and older but unfailingly pleasant, helpful and efficient.
The problem was with the foot valve in the well, so he replaced it but the pressure tank still did not hold the water. He hooked up a hose to our well at the guest house so we could function in our house, and he arranged to bring an excavator tomorrow to dig up the water line from the well to the pump. Evidently, the water line is leaking. Tomorrow at noon, the driveway will be dug up to expose the main water line. Next Robbie will install a new line, and finally, the excavator will fill in the mess. For three hours this morning we were without water in the main house which is an interesting experience. We are used to unlimited water with the twist of a wrist. Ken and I could move over to the guest house if necessary, plus we have large bottles of water in every bedroom, left over from the hurricanes. I made coffee from that water this morning. We could function just fine.
Last evening, Ken and I watched a TV show about slums in India, where women walk an hour to fill their bottles of water. Today, I was grateful to be living in Nova Scotia where Robbie comes promptly to solve all our water problems. I am feeling grateful!!
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