Alright, we are not completely without water
. The picture to the left attests to the fact that we have some water at the bottom of the well. But we can't drink it. The shallow layer of water att he bottom aloowing for my reflection lets me know just exactly where the water table rests.
This has driven Bruce to absolute distraction. The other day he went on about getting somebody out here to drill down some 150 feet [or more] so we can have a steady supply, only this just isn't gonna happen overnight.
One night, we got bold, and ran some 250 feet of garden hose from another neighbor's well head [again, another drilled well] and ran water into our pached dried out aquifer from the confines of the well. We filled up the well by a third [over 10 feet deep]. The effort took awhile, starting from around 9 pm and going until a little after midnight, but within 6 hours, when I opened up the cover, the water level was almost back down to where we'd started from.
So we fill up the ash hod with a couple of gallons of precious H2O, obtained from a friendly neighbor's much deeper well, just to flush the crapper once a day. We've gone back to dropping off the laundry on the way to work. We shower at the gym in Middletown [only 20 miles away] and compete with who knows how many anonymous others ransacking the bottled water shelves at the supermarket. Actually, [truth in packaging time here
] I've only done this once. After that, we stock up with water from work [chlorinated! Gaack! awful tasting!] and other spots.
We're making do.
It's supposed to rain this weekend. The idiota
bitch about it ruining their weekend plans for late season sunburns and garden parties. But I look forward to the rain. Let's just pray it comes sooner rather than later.