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

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Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. 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 two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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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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