Sep 21 2009
But I’ll splurge on this luxury item.
We’re pretty attached to running water.
The circuit breaker for the well tripped last week. And when it happened a second time, Martin thought a new spigot was leaking into the well-pump wiring.
But when it kicked off again — the kitchen sink fizzling away to nothing — we called the plumber.
“You need a new well pump,” he said. “Eventually,” he added. “The old one should hold out a little while.”
By “a little while,” I assumed he meant few weeks, maybe a month.
But the pump commit suicide 4 hours later.
That night, the water system suffered a serious bout of indigestion. The pipes whined and groaned and the sink faucet hiccuped and belched up a few bursts of water before the dry heave stage set in.
There wasn’t a thimble of water in the pipes. Forget washing your hands and filling a dixie cup. You couldn’t even rinse a toothbrush.
The plumber arrived the next day and said he could replace the pump for $1600.
For 1,600 bucks, I told Martin, I better see Old Faithful shooting from the sink. I want a geyser that knocks dishes out of my hand. Strips skin off in the shower.
“You’re not going to get that,” Martin said. “You’re going to get you water back. For $1600.”
I watched the plumber extract the blown pump from the ground — a device that looks like a metal tube that somepeople use in barns to heat water. I can’t believe that thing costs the equivalent of a weekend at a swanky hotel and spa.
The upside: water has been restored to the farm. And we don’t have to shop for anniversary gifts.
Now when I flush the toilet or use the sink I say, “hey honey, nice water pump…”