Tuesday, January 13, 2009


So the water situation is as bad as it can be: the pipe from the well to the house is broken. We need an excavator, and new pipe laid down. I am not kidding when I say I have no idea how we're going to pay for this. Well, I do, I guess. It's called credit, which I am desperately working our way out of needing. But I guess not now.

Darn it. I'm so sad... and mad at myself for letting us get into this financial mess. Darn it, darn it, darn it.

Update: The glorious plumbers got us water in the house again. A heat wrapped pipe, buried in the snow, leading from the well and across the lawn into the basement. The plan is to do this until spring, when we can get the excavation part done. They also suggested calling the homeowners policy-- which I'd never have thought of myself-- so I'm crossing everything that it's covered. A deductible is much nicer to deal with than the whole thing!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Rach! I've read your posts and I'm sympathizing with you. As we spoke at the ice rink, I kinda know where you're at. Yes, call your agent..they just might cover this. Let me know if you need anything. Oh, Ben was saying on the way home tonight "I'm hoping we have water when I get home." Wishes do come true!