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We need water.
Of all the various hurdles and obstacles we’ve overcome to build a house in the middle of nowhere, this is possibly and probably (please God let it be) the last great challenge. The well guys came out yesterday morning with their big drilling rig and two little pieces of wire.
Steve-the-Builder told me they were coming. “They’re going to witch a well,” he said.
I said, “Oooh! I want to see that!”
He said, “I figured you’d seen that before.”
I said, “Yes, because they do that ALL THE TIME IN THE SUBURBS.”
Sometimes I don’t think he understands me.
Of course, I had to try this out for myself. (Why do I have SO MUCH HAIR?! Don’t look at my hair. Okay, I’m pretending you’re not looking at my hair, so we can go on.)
The water witcher tried to train me. The little wires didn’t move or anything when I was holding them.
I said, “This doesn’t work. You’re making this up.”
The water witcher said, “You have to believe.”
I said, “I believe there’s not any water here.”
He said, “There’s water RIGHT HERE.”
So they brought their big rig over and started drilling.
And drilling.
There was a lot of standing around and watching the drilling.
The messy innards of the earth spewed out a pipe set across the creek. That’s my car in the corner. That seemed like a good place to park when I got there….. It’s a good thing I didn’t leave a window down or anything. Except I DID.
You can’t even see my car anymore. The smoky dust is kinda cool, though, isn’t it?
Like a movie set.
Maybe a scary movie set.
A movie called WE DRILLED 240 FEET AND THERE WAS NO WATER.
Yeah. THAT movie.
Except, like my car window being down, it was real.
And so we have to try, try again. I’m planning to take our puppy, Bluebell, over there, feed her a big can of dogfood, and let her run around. When she picks a spot to poop, that’s where we’re drilling the next well.
I figure that’s as good a method as any. You got any better ideas?
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