Our water well has gone dry.
Actually, it's not quite dry yet
because we're watering the live stock
off of our neighbors water as their well
is deeper than 120 feet.
120 feet deep has worked well for
the Thomason's since our current/original
well was drilled in 1951,
but it's worn out and
we have to put in a new one.
Yeppers, we're drilling a new water well.
You should have seen the Tank's face
when we took out the $20,000.00 loan
to pay for it.
That's a hard thing to do when you're 70 years old.
Frank, not me. I'm the young one.
Child bride comes to mind.
Anyway, Frank's face turned so gray that I had to
sneak a shake in
to make sure he reacted to it.
He could have been sitting in his chair dead from shock.
I'm happy to say that he lived to sign on the dotted line.
Sure am glad that he's going to be around.
We can enjoy our new water well together.
Have picnics next to the water tank.
Climb the ladder to the top and look in the hole
at the water.
Get a dipper at a garage sale and say to each other,
"I'm mighty thirsty."
"Should we climb the ladder to the top of the tank
and get a dipper of nice warm water?"
"Gosh, yes. That'd be great."
Can't you just hear us?
It's pretty wild around here.
If you ever come to visit, get ready to rock and roll!!
A plus is this great gunk that keeps flowing out of
the machine that's drilling the pipe.
The Tank and I will be having some
naked mud wrestling time once the workmen leave
for the day.
I'm so excited.
I wonder what that gunk is??
Okay, I think that's about it.
Our well is running dry.
We had to take out a large loan
to pay for a lovely new really deep well.
That's it - but there's some great pictures
for you to look at - so just stroll along to the
bottom of the post and enjoy our new venture!
Thanks for taking the time to read me.
I feel like I've lost a lot of readers because
I've been so sketchy in my posting.
For that I apologize and I hope
my readers come back and leave a
comment to let me know I'm not alone.