Not for me, fortunately. The Lair’s water delivery system started simple and got simpler to the point where there’s little to freeze and little of that is prone to break if it should freeze. Today, though, I have special reason to be happy that the Lair requires no pressure pump or tank. I visited D&L’s place this morning at 10 to be greeted with the news that their pressure plumbing has sprung leaks everywhere in the pressure side where there’s iron to rust.
People who build country homes in hilly country usually want to build on top of the hills, presumably for the lovely views. That’s nice and all, but off-grid there are practical reasons not to do it. If you build down in a hollow and your well and water tank are up on a hilltop say fifty feet or more above the cabin, you get gravity-fed water pressure for free. If your home is on the hilltop you’ll need expensive and elaborate and power-hungry and fragile equipment to provide your water pressure, and your life will be ever so much more complicated than mine. Just saying.
That wasn’t the end of D&L’s troubles this morning. I was over there to help them load all the hay we just unloaded last week. Turns out the bales are so full of rocks and clay that the horses don’t even want to eat from them. So back to the feed store it all goes, no doubt to the delight of the guy who runs the store. D&L are supposed to come back with another load this afternoon, so I’ll be back to help do it all again later today.
Meanwhile in neighborhoodland, I’ve gotten yet another report of a crazy neighbor doing break-ins. Swear somebody’s going to get killed around here one of these days – again, since it won’t be the first time. So I’m back to locking things up, and unfortunately the report came just when I retired the padlock on the shed of the one place I get paid money to watch…
I took the padlock home to lube it, but couldn’t get it working. There’s nothing to steal in that shed except the solar power gear, and while that’s valuable it’s not really smash-and-grab stuff. I figured I’d get another padlock next time I’m in town – and then came lurid tales of this not-quite-right kid on a burgling spree. Great.
Fortunately D has a drawer-full of old padlocks, and gave me this one.
Yeah, of course I know you could get past that hasp with a tire iron or a big screwdriver. But if that shed gets burgled some night this week while the padlock is on the Jeep’s dashboard instead of on the door where it belongs, whose fault is it? I’m supposed to discourage theft, not facilitate it by taking the damned locks home. If I go an extra few feet to make sure it’s locked, at least the damage won’t be my fault.