The Leak
Rough night last night. Got lost and pretty far *off track* before I finally collapsed at one of those box hotels with the long creepy hallways. It isn't really possible to get *off track* on a random exploration such as this one, but. . . I was shooting for the Mississippi Headwaters but ended up bouncing around the Nouth Dakota State Line, confused and disoriented. Sleep was restless last night. This morning's wake up is even more restless with random, high-intensity voltages tooting my attitude.
This morning finds me wondering if the plumbing leak -and its concurrent $3,000 water bill- at the job site has affected me more than the cycling family dramas. It wasnae any surprise to me. The plumbing on the property is as rental-farm-rigged as the rest of the place. One item on a very long list of reasons I believe the property is currently a lawsuit waiting to happen under the remote-landlord plan.
Yesterday afternoon Hubs called just as I was pulling to a stop in a resort community which was purported to have public access on its lakeshore. How often does a cel phone ring in the car at an ideal moment to answer? I canae remember which lake. Minnesota deserves its slogan, "Land of 10,000 Lakes." I welcomed the distraction from my confused state as I tried to find the public access sign in the cacophony of private owner signs. He wanted to know if I knew where the water meter was at the job site. He had a plumber out there looking for it. I told him with fair certainty. Short and sweet, with repeats of the Bubbaneering aspect of the plumbing out there. The base plumbing was laid with the long neglected windmill in the central compound and kluged onto ever since. Who knows what all is where?
The call was short and sweet, but in retrospect, it was the beginning of last night's disorientation. Hubs and I have exchanged a few texts on the subject this morning. I braved the question of whether there has been any progress on the Co-owner Agreement drama which coincided with my brother's death drama back in March. There has not. Busy busy.
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Sorry been MIA on replying but... Been wandering between states of Exhaustion and Panic, and the boundary is very indistinct.
Here's how you find a water meter, in my experience. Dig. Assume it's metal, get detector, and dig. Have literally seen utility "professionals" do that. Should be nowhere near where logic says it should be. E.g., near a boundary on the property, or the house, or within 1/2 mile from the nearest water faucet. Wish I was being entirely sarcastic-snarky. Nope. We had a well and used a usage meter that was in the basement, and the one for neighbor's dairy barn (they had a well just for their barn) had its usage meter sitting out in a pasture for reasons no one ever determined.
No ide aif that's useful or useless, but at least distracting from the other distractions?!