NOT to turn the hose on to fill waterers and walk away. I NEVER. Never. never. remember to turn it off. And with the days being reduced to 8 hours of daylight, my evening chores are crammed into minutes of daylight, rather than hours. So, I woke up this morning, turned on the faucet and....nothing. A dribble. It was then I remembered I had not turned off the hose. I let the dogs out and vaulted off the deck and around the corner of the house and turned off the hose. As if that made one dang bit of difference, as it had been on ALL night.
I have stressed my well more times than I would like to admit. Doing chores when you're tired, not to mention focus-challenged, can lead to disaster. As I mumbled and grumbled and dragged out the water bottles to take up to the farm to fill, a tiny, dim light bulb started to form in my fevered brain. Leon, my furnace guy cum plumber, had put in a trip switch so that, once the water level dropped below 10 lbs, it turned off the pump. Woot! I scrambled into the crawl space and lifted the lever, praying all the while. Pressure! Water! The well had not been stressed (too much)! I was saved!
With all the dire warnings of Irene's little dance up the coast, our area may be in for some wind and torrential rains. I believe in being ultra-ready for anything because, quite frankly, anything can happen these days. I am going to be collecting and stowing any objects that might become dangerous weapons in the wind's hands. I'm going to bungee the bejeebers out of all tarped structures. I am going to hope a tree doesn't fall on anything important. And I'm going to send my thoughts and prayers to everyone more directly in Irene's path.