Woe is me

Whatever Year-of this is supposed to be, here on the hacienda it’s The Year of the Plumber.

wall-leakFirst the well pump goes, then a pipe burst in a wall, then a pipe burst at the well holding tank under the stairwell, another burst pipe (their fault), and then a major break in the water line from house to barn.



All. In. The. Same. Year.


Today: dig a trench 42″ deep & replace pipe, replace well holding tank with a heavy duty model, try not to look at the state of the wee bit of “lawn” behind the house.


About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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One Response to Woe is me

  1. This … this … this does not make me want to own a house. Ever. There’s home insurance, of course, but … No. Not ever. No way. *shudders, and buys stock for you in plumbing supply companies.*


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