So I got up this morning and went to put water on for tea. The water came out slowly and then petered out entirely. Our kitchen faucet has been troublesome so I assumed it was a localized problem and went to wash my hands. That faucet was also broken. So I went under the house and found out that, sure enough, the pressure on our pump is at zero PSI. I reset the fuses and verified that the house has electricity (Yes, it has electricity. You should have realized that by the fact that, golly, the dang lights are on. However, this was at 5:30 Monday morning so cognitive limitations should be recognized.) and that the pump is plugged in.

So we’re without running water and the plants are going unwatered. If pump doesn’t get fixed we can water the ducks out of the rainbarrels but I don’t know if we’ll get enough water pressure to activate the laser soaker line (PEW PEW PEW!). So we’re home waiting for the repair guy to show up. My fingers are crossed that it will be a ‘Stupid homeowner! You accidentally turned it off. That’ll be $200!” situation rather than a “Welcome to the Joys of homeownership! That’ll be $6,000, please!” situation.

[At this point, the guy from the well and pump company shows up...]

Aaannnndddd… the control box that lives inside the well was broken. $180 job. It turns out that there’s moisture inside a well that’ll kill a control box if you mount it there instead of, say, inside the house. The upside is that I got to see inside our well which is brick-lined and hand dug down to the water table at ~35′. It’s very cool. The technician told us that you can see stars in the midday sky from the bottom of a well. Lauren will post the pictures of the well if they come out. I reckon this will move “install hand pump” further up the list of priorities.