So, Tuesday morning we have running water but we have to
deal with the silt in the water lines. That means removing showerheads and
faucet aerators, running the dishwasher empty and then pulling and cleaning the
filters, running the washing machine empty, flushing the toilets until the
water is clean and then scrubbing them, running the ice maker and throwing out
the ice until it looks clear – just clearing out all the water lines. Which I
did. Until I turned on a faucet and nothing came out. No water again. Dean
checked the pressure tank. Zero pounds of pressure. Well, that would be our
problem.
He called the pump guy, who came out again Tuesday
afternoon. The problem turned out to be a malfunctioning pressure valve. He
replaced it and got the water running again. When he was done, Dean reached for
his now-considerably-lighter wallet and asked how much he owed. The guy just
shook his hand. “This one’s on me.” Guess we’re pals for life after writing him
that ginormous check on Monday.
Apparently there was still some silt in the tank, and
re-pressurizing stirred it up. So . . . take off the aerators, shower heads,
run the dishwasher empty and clean the filters, run the washing machine empty,
flush the toilets until they run clear and then scrub them . . . it’s déjà vu all
over again.
Here’s part of what it looks like to have a water line dug
up through a bunch of trees. This used to be a solid stand of mostly pine trees about 20 feet across that completely screened our driveway off from the road and neighbors below. That was nice. Now it's this.
Guess they dug down into the Bedrock, because they dug up
what looks like Fred Flintstone’s video game chair.
We have running water again and the deck is coming along.
One of these days we’ll have to deal with the tree carnage that was left
behind. We’ll take it one disaster at a time.
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