Get out here this morning, find Ray already up. Seems Rose got him out of bed before she left. The plus side is that means I don't have to get him up and going and he's already had breakfast. The down side is that means he's been in the chair for 4 hours with no stretches. So, deal with that. OK, one of today's jobs is to replace the water filter in the well house. Ordinarily, not a tough job. Shut off two valves, unscrew filter housing, old one out, new one in, screw in housing, open valves. Oh, if only.
First off, one of those valves takes a long time to turn closed. No one knows why. Also, With the other closed and this one, um, who knows, there's still water coming to the house. OK, we opt to just turn off the pump and drain the tank. We do so. I wrestle with the housing until it's finally loose, replace the filter, screw it back in, and turn on the pump.
No water. *twitch*
OK, for the next 2 hours, I fuck around with these valves and the breaker, trying to make something simple happen: water to flow. I get nowhere. This does nothing for my mental state. One plumbing service who promises 60 minute service told me they could have someone out on Monday. BZZZT, wrong answer. A second recommended a local guy who specializes in wells, and he finally came out. Well, we futzed with everything we could think of, and got nowhere...though, we did discover that there was the barest trickle/drip of water coming into the filter. Hmm, interesting, well, the only thing between the pump and that fiolter is that fucked-up valve. I should note that it is installed in such a way that there's no way to simply unscrew it. In the end, we figured that valve had to come out anyway, and the only way to get it out was to hacksaw the pipe around it. Besides, if we did even a little cut and turned on the pump, we'd know if the water was going or not. He sawed a bit, and I flipped the switch.
I've never been so happy to be sprayed in the face with water in my life.
OK, so, chunk taken out, he leaves to go get the hardware he needs. Now, I wait around for his call, since I told him I'd have to go get the cash for him, and needed to know ahead of time what this was going to cost. Now, I'm no plumber, and I don't know thew ins and outs of the hardware, but I' dlike to think I understand pipe fittings. However, as we're talking about two hacksawed ends and not a nice, clean, threaded pipe-end, he needed these "compression fittings" to close them off. You can imagine that I damn near swallowed my tongue when he told me the job was going to come to $350. I told him in no uncertain terms that that was insane, we were talking about less than a foot of straight pipe (not even a valve, we're bypassing it as it's unnecessary) , and I managed to get him to knock $50 off the price, and agree to take what we could pay and bill the rest. As Ray put it, "well, it's gotta be done, and it's worth getting that screwed-up valve fixed."
Of course, in all this, up until I discovered that this was not all my fault (as the only one who was touching anything), that's exactly how it felt, and I hate not only being responsible for something fucked up, but not being able to fix it. So, my day has been one big knot of stress, and it's made sure that I didn't get anything else done. Chickens are unfed. Hell, Ray hasn't had lunch, and neither have I. I haven't separated Ray's drugs yet. I haven't cleaned up the kitchen. For that mater, I haven't cleaned up my own kitchen or front room in two weeks, because I've been beat and stressed out. I damn near killed the cat the other day...though, in all fairness, she deserved it. I'm beyond thankful that Dianna is understanding and not completely fed up with me, since I'm not only stressed out and irritable, but what little time I have has been occupied with my own attempts at relaxing, instead of keeping up the house.
Oh, and did I mention I had to deal with the Neighbour Yuppie's freaking out about something, too? Yeah, good times.
Man, my back hurts.