Daddy, make a picture

The plumbing seems to be getting the best of me lately.

We have well water… which means there’s an electrical pump in our garage where the water comes in - and then goes into the house and does its watery stuff.

Last Winter, if you were all paying attention, you might remember that the pump froze up. We had a ‘well guy’ come over - not a guy who was well at the time but a guy who fixes well, as opposed to an out and out plumber. He got the mechanism defrosted but he had to come back to reconnect some parts and our water softening system as well (water from the ground and hair washing … bad combination).

The problem is, he never came back and all calls to his house were answered by an answering machine. Maybe he retired and moved to Florida? Maybe he was attacked by crazed water zombies? Who knows?

So we had to have the folks who installed our water softener come in to reconnect that. But ever since there’s been this funny clicking and whooshing noise from the pump. A funny noise that I probably should have paid closer attention too.

Last night, to get back to the whole point…, I was hard at work on some pictures of the kids for Father’s Day gifts for my Father-in-Law. The clicking and whooshing stopped only to be replaced by a ‘drip’ ‘drip’…. When I opened the door to the water pump room I was met by a cloud. A cloud. Yes… a cloud. Pipes all covered in condensation, blah blah… ugh. A mess. So I put the dehumidifier in there and called it a night.

Yet another call to the plumber.

Fuckity, fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck.

At least I got a couple of chapters of The Confusion read before I fell asleep.