There's still water standing everywhere. I'm not sure how much rain we've ended up with over the past two weeks but certainly over a foot and a half. And there's a chance of more tomorrow. Yet, ever since the flood wiped out the switch on the pressure tank there's only a trickle of water coming out of our faucets. Life can be cruel.
At this point it would be silly to replace the pressure tank with a new one in the same location. The foundation of the well pit is crumbling, big time. So the proper thing to do is move it inside. Where it should have been all along. They were planning to do it Tuesday. But Tuesday morning's deluge changed those plans.
Today, for some reason, they decided the crack of dawn was the perfect time. I barely had time to brush my teeth before they had the old tank disconnected. In order for the new one to work an electrical line needs to be run from the well to the house. Of course, the well isn't anywhere close to the house. So a trench had to be dug from all the way back there...
dug by hand over to there...
and across here...
and through there.
And after all that... it didn't work.
I thought the poor guy was gonna lose it. While they were trenching for the electrical line they crimped the water line. So they needed to dig it all back up, but the guy with the trencher had already left. And was on his way out of state. By now they'd been at it for over six hours.
Luckily, he found someone else that could come out and dig it up with a backhoe. They found the crimp, repaired it and got the system up and running three hours later.
By then the guy was covered in mud, hot, sweaty and seemingly wishing he'd chosen another career. I'll bet he'll be sitting somewhere tonight having a nice cold beer. I think I might join him.