The floods up here didn’t get to our house, which is on high ground, but our pond flooded and the waterfall erupted, taking out our water main. (You can see photos elsewhere on this blog.) Yesterday, upon our return from New York, the plumbers finally were able to restore things, and the water company arrived to turn the water back on from the street.
We’ve had the same plumbers—an extended family—for 20 years. I see them about 4 times a year for various things (this is a big house). We’re on good terms and know each other. I thought.
The father explained to me that the water should be fine but he was having it tested. “One thing, I’m afraid, will affect you,” he said seriously.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“For a few days or so, your wife won’t be able to cook,” he said kindly, as if consoling me.
“We’ll handle it,” I assured him. (We eat out 7 nights a week.)
Unanticipated event: Since we can’t drink the water for another few days, I’m not letting the dogs drink it (even though they drink out of the pond on occasion) and I’m filling their bowls with bottled water. Koufax particularly loves this, and I’m thinking I may have a longer-term problem here….
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I can’t wait to see the cartoon on this with Koufax and Buddy discussing the bottle water situation.
This is priceless!!