this weekend….was a trial. for sure
it started out good right? friday night we went out for dinner to a great place called rustico in kalamazoo, checked out this amazing wine store nearby that had a pretty slick cellar of rare and collectable wines. toured around town a bit. took a night off. (wine store was called tiffanys).
saturday morning we woke up ready to finish that dining room. Oh wait what? after we had to chip and peel all of the paint that we just did the previous weekend(s). We can’t figure out what was going on but the paint literally started falling off the wall. peeled off in sheets. so we chipped EVERYTHING off (took us in to sunday as well) (about 12 hours of chipping and sanding). went to wash my hands to make lunch saturday and nothing came out of the faucet. nothing came out of the shower head no water came out of anything.
no friggin water.
we called the “plumber guy” on the list that the previous owners have left for us and he came back ( he stopped by this morning to show us how to regulate heat in the house with the boiler system). he took a look at things and suggested we call the “well guy” because it seems our well has run dry.
no no no not like a glass half full kind of thing. Well has literally run. dry. well shit. what do we do now? we chipped paint a little longer because the “well guy” couldn’t come until sunday morning. we admitted defeat around 5pm and thankfully drove in to byron center because our house hasn’t sold yet and showered. ugh. re cleaned bathroom. and headed to the griffins game.
my big girl job advertises with the grand rapids griffins so we have a game night each year. it was fun hanging out with the fam bam and coworkers. we had a great time and ate way too much junk food.
we headed home to alllegan with a huge pit in our stomach about the well. do you know how much it is to dig a new well? thousands. thousands of american dollars. thousands of american dollars that at that very second we didn’t have.
i wanted to throw up and punch my house in the nuts.
we got up and didn’t really talk that morning. we said a prayer about the well. not so much a prayer as BEGGING for it to not be serious. just be a little fluke. but everything we researched, talked too, symptoms and signs lead to cork dry well.
we chipped more friggin paint in silence. i was pretty much trying NOT to cry because this was not the weekend we had planned. we were going to FINISH the dining room. we were going to bake cookies and start decorating for christmas. and there we sat in silence chipping the paint we had just put up. again.
we finally took a belt sander to the wall. sanded everything to smitherings. every time we heard a bump we looked up thinking it was the “well guy”.
and then…well guy finally came.
joe went out to meet him, i sat inside and held my breath for what literally felt like all day.
joe came in and said “dry well” and went back outside. i was thinking about how i could make a quick thousand… maybe i could sell binks? maybe i could sell joe? i look outside and i literally see joe jump with his fist in the air. and all of a sudden water came out of the faucet.
i ran outside yelling WATER WATER! WE HAVE WATER!
the “well guy” said it looked like you had a dry well because there is a “mystery pipe” that goes from the house to the outside that burst. We think it’s either to the underground sprinkling or one of the barns. he said the pipe burst, and then when the ground thawed water was pouring out and the well just couldn’t keep up. he turned the mystery pipe’s valve off and said “this will be your project for spring” and gave us a bill for $100.
we were so elated we literally splashed water over our face hands floor. water water everywhere. the only other thing that would have brought me this much joy was if up from the well came a bubbalin crude. oil that is.
we finished the paint peeling and sanding. and i went to get groceries. and we made a huge celebratory dinner together. i made half baked harvests “45 minute coq au vin” and girl vs. dough pumpkin brioche rolls and pioneer woman’s pumpkin cake for dessert.
a HUGE relief to a less than relaxing weekend.
happy friggin monday.