Ever since we moved back behind the barn, and since Cliff's sister moved into our house, I've spent hours waiting for men to come and see me.
Embarq men. Dish men. Mailmen. UPS men (or ladies); Culligan men. Since sister-in-law is going to school in the mornings, I waited for her men, as well as my own.
Today it was dry enough for the Embarq contractor to come and run a phone line to our place. Our very own line. I was so excited. No more line strung across the yard.
Also, Sears was coming with my new electric dryer and my dishwasher. A long time back I said in the blog that the trailer had a dishwasher, but I was wrong. I guess it was another one we looked at the same day that was so equipped. However, that had me in the mood for a dishwasher, so we bought a portable one.
I saved all todays dishes so I could use my new dishwasher immediately, as soon as it arrived.
As the Embarq man was running the trencher past the renter's place, a bad thing happened. He cut through the water line that runs to that trailer. Since the turnoff no longer works on that part of the line, Cliff turned off the water at the well, which put three households without water.
In the middle of this mess, the truck came with my dryer and dishwasher. They couldn't get up our driveway because the trencher was in the way. There I was with a double sink full of dirty dishes, and no water.
That part of the water line is old-style, hard black pipe that is no longer available. Very few places even carry the fittings, and in order for Cliff to repair it, we had to have fittings.
Cliff decided to make a little lemonade out of the lemons we were being handed and said, "Get ready; we'll go on the motorcycle to look for fittings."
So we had the first motorcycle ride we've taken in at least two weeks. A short one, but it was a ride.
We first checked with the local plumbing and electrical guy down the road, Bruce. No luck, but we found out what size we needed, anyhow. Went to a plumbing place in Odessa. Nope, that stuff is too outdated. Last try, Feldman's, a farm-and-garden type store. Glory be, they had it. My dishwasher is on its christening run as I type.
It wasn't easy, but Cliff did the repair. So far, no leaks.
OK, as for the positive things: I love my soft water, you can't even believe how much. Showers are a luxury. Best $44 a month I could possibly spend. Dishes practically clean themselves. Two drops of shampoo is enough to lather up my curly head of hair.
I love, love, LOVE how quiet it is back here. (Except when a neighbor is standing on my steps cussing me out for killing a rooster I didn't kill, but oh well.)
Two bathrooms. You can't imagine how great that is when you've always had just one.
An abundance of electrical outlets. If I want to plug something in, by george, I can do it. And usually have a choice of where.
My air conditioning. No words can say how good it is to come in from mowing the lawn and feel that cool air.
Rooms that are light and bright. The old house just does not allow enough light in.
I'm sure there's more, but I'll stop now. Toward the end of what has been a trying day, I wanted to count my blessings.
I feel much better now.