Beervirus and Two Toilets

Well, (speaking of well{s}, we will get to that in a minute.) beervirus finally made it to the construction site. Well, not mine, but one close to mine.

A fellow site manager (Pete), whose wife is employed in the hospice industry, was sent home due to his wife’s positive test results. Our employer ordered Pete off his site. He was instructed to submit to beervirus testing and wait for further instructions.

Pete is in great shape, for a man seventy-one years old. Pete and I have discussed beervirus hundreds of times this past year. Based on those conversations, I would guess Pete was nervous about his situation.

Pete was ordered by county health officials to self-quarantine until November 19th. He is sleeping in the garage, while his wife is confined to the house. As of this writing, Pete has no symptoms and has not tested positive.

As you know, I am not the type of person that makes someone’s tragic story about me. HOWEVER, while Pete is confined to personal woodworking projects in his garage, I am watching and managing his (construction language) project, as well as my own.

As far as my own project, it was rumored that one of the electricians tested positive for beervirus. His fellow electricians started wearing masks without a word of warning.

Me: I see you guys are wearing masks today. Electrical foreman: (Construction language) Justin was partying in Deadwood. Our boss thinks Deadwood is a “hotspot. He is mandating masks and Justin is in quarantine. Me: You guys stay out of my office!

Well, let’s talk about well{s}. My/our well.

I’m not sure how Elaine found our house, but somehow she did. This house in the mountains couldn’t have been any farther from fast food, groceries, doctors, and police. (The police thing is not a problem, you just get a bigger gun safe.)

Elaine somehow talked the realtor into giving her the location of the key, Elaine and I snuck up to the house one Saturday without being accompanied by a realtor. Once inside the house I went to the kitchen sink and turned on the water.

People in urban areas aren’t usually concerned about water. They turn on the faucet and water comes. Rural areas that depend on wells, can literally run out of water. Urban areas need to be aware that it could happen to them. (Should that happen, I suggest flood an area with new residents, stop all new dams and water projects, and buy bigger gun safes.)

As I mentioned, I turned on the faucet at the kitchen sink and spent the next couple of hours exploring and checking out the rest of the house. The faucet ran the entire time. I took from that the well was in good shape and we would have plenty of water.

Fast forward a few years. With livestock, the twins, and their laundry, we would occasionally run out of water. We started planning when laundry, dishes, and showers could be taken. A lot of people would have

questioned why a teenage girl would need to do twenty loads of laundry a week, but not me.

Our problem has gotten worse over the years. It came to a head last week. Two showers and a dishwasher run drained the well. Elaine called a well company to help with the problem.

The possibilities were not great. Drill a deeper well, replace the pump, maybe the well is leaking. Elaine and I were preparing ourselves for a very expensive solution.

As the well technician was explaining our options over the phone, he asked how old our toilets were. BINGO! After checking our toilets we discovered that the upstairs toilet was leaking water constantly down the drain.

Two new toilets and Girl Twin can wash more clothes!

Thanks for buying yarn, keep doing it.

Our crazy lives!

Monner