Living in the Pacific NW, you would think that water would not be an issue.  I mean, it rains here 9 months out of the 12, and it isnt a matter of "is it going to rain"...but "will it rain all day, or only a portion of the day".  Not to mention the creeks running through the property, and the river that I can almost see from my yard.

No, usually the water issues here are more the issue of how to channel it away from the house, and what to do with all the excess.

But, living in the country is always an adventure.  People in towns dont have to think about how their water gets to the house or leaves the house, unless they want to think about it.  Out here in the country, sometimes whether we want to think about it or not, there it is...hollering out "ok, time to make your life interesting!"

So, theres a well, which somehow is connected to the under the house (that part is a mystery to me), living under the house is a pressure tank which in turn is connected to the hot water heater (also under the house, on the ground...what were they thinking?).  The pressure tank has its very own circuit box...I think that must make the pressure tank feel very important, as for some reason the pressure tank seems to enjoy the game of "lets blow out the circuit box and drive the humans crazy".

Yesterday I thought the water pressure was strange, but not overly so...it fluxuates alot as we share the well with the neighbors up the hill, depends on who is using how much water as to how much pressure there is.  Last night the neighbor came down saying he had no water, we gotta look at whats going on.  Ever notice how things like that always take place in the dark?  Under the house everyone goes with flashlights, hmm, no leakage, circuit box seems happy, no way to tell about the pressure tank, since if there is no water in it, it wouldnt run anyway.  Out from under the house, hike through the wet yard over to the well, hmm, looks alright (though I wouldnt know how to tell, lucky the neighbor is a retired plumber).

So everything looked ok on this end, neighbor hiked off to check the Rube Goldberg set up of pipes, pvc, tripods, etc that runs water from here up the hill to his house.  This morning I do have water, enough to make my coffee anyway, no telling what the neighbor has up top.  I am sure I will find out soon, if they cant make their coffee!

May have to replace that circuit box, and it certainly would not be the first time that the pressure tank had fun with us in that fashion!

At least I have a well that produces though, my friend a couple of miles up the road has been drilling for months, no artesian to tap into anywhere on that 10 acres, and my other friend a mile down from me is on a side road where none of the houses have operable wells, they work with a rain collecting cistern that needs supplementing in the summer with truckloads of water.

It's all the flow of life (yes, I meant to pun there), recieving, releasing, and utilizing the gifts in between, and I think I am glad to have the personal connection with water out here in the country to keep me grounded in the flow.

blessings on your day