Water, water...... over there

I don't know if you can see the garden hose running all the way from our house over to the back of the church, but it's a water line now.

Just before I was getting ready to leave the office Thursday I discovered there was no water at the church. So I checked circuit breakers and kinda walked around trying to think of what the problem might be. I even went out and looked in the well pit, and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. So I called the handyman guy... he didn't know what to do. I made a few other calls and eventually a plumber showed up about 5:30. He checked this and that and said he thought we either had a bad well motor, or a cracked well pipe. He suggested I call another guy, who suggested I call another guy, and finally just a little before 7 pm I left a message with somebody hoping they would be able to come on Friday and enable us to have water for Sunday. When we got home from supper he had left a message and had us on the schedule.

Well, when I called back on Friday morning and explained the situation he didn't sound overly optimistic. He said he would come and look it over, but in the meantime he called someone else and set up an appointment for them to come on Monday. He said he'd rather not try doing it without the proper tools (didn't want to pull the pump from 4" galvanized by hand) and this other company would do a better job. So, until then, he came and hooked up the water from the parsonage to the church. He put a valve between the pump pipe and the tank (so the water from the parsonage didn't go into the well), and hooked the hose up there. I think there are 6 hoses hooked together running across the parking lot. Hopefully this will work until Monday.

I guess a best case scenario is that they pull the submersible pump and are able to fix it and put it back where it is. However, it's also possible that our well is dry. So then we'd be looking at either drilling a new well or tying into the well at the parsonage. Neither of which sound like much fun to me. I guess it's also possible that the well is okay, but they might not be able to use the same type of pump, which means we'd have to make some changes. Argh. I hate stuff like this.

Anyway I spent my day off dealing with plumbers and well guys, and then waiting on them to show up. The one was supposed to be here at 10:30 Friday morning, but didn't arrive until more like 12:30. At least that gave me time to round up enough garden hose from several of the neighbors, and also shoot some baskets.

Just another day in the life of a small-church pastor.