This is like a moment from a horror movie.*

My well and I have a love/hate relationship. There are perks to having a well, no water bill being basically the only one that comes to mind. Some of you remember back in July my well debacle. You may also know how much it costs to connect to the county line (over $6,000 once all is said and done). Luckily, in July we were able to fix the problem by calling two different companies, one for the well itself and one for the filtration system. The total came to about $300 or so - BIG savings there. Since then, life had returned to normal, the love had been restored between the well and me.

Then came the Saturday after Thanksgiving. The water began to come out of the faucets nice and murky. So I called up Dad and we (and here I mean HE) changed the filter. We ran the water a bit from almost every faucet to help clear out the water. We thought life was to go on from this point, but then the water started to act funny...just like July. At first it seemed to just hate Elaina and when I would come around it pretended that nothing was wrong. (We call this the dancing frog syndrome). I believed Elaina of course, I was just hoping I could somehow fix the problem on my own.

Turns out there is something called a "bleeder" button on the filtration system. The fact that it is called a 'bleeder' button joined with the fact that when you push it water shoots out of it...makes me gag uncontrollably. I was hoping that would fix the problem...but, of course, that would be too easy. So the water still choose when it would come out and then it got all murky on me again. So I called the only people I know that might be able to help with this. The Well People as I call them.

They were able to come out this morning, they are here as I type and I have to admit I feel like a bumbling idiot. One of the guys asked me if there was a clog in the filter...My first thought was that if I knew that there was a clog in the filter I wouldn't have called them, I would have gotten rid of the clog. But how does one know if there is a clog in the filter? I know nothing about wells! So I stood there for a moment, probably with the deer in headlights look and finally said, "I'm not sure," smile, "my dad changed the filter." Yes...blame Dad...he's not here to defend himself. Then the other guy came back and asked if I could turn off the breaker to the well...what the?? I didn't even realize that my well had a breaker, but you know what? It makes sense. Seeing my delay he said, "in the breaker box" and that gave me time to collect myself, I said, "Yeah, sure, I think." Idiot sighting number 2. I went back to the breaker box and found one for the pump and water and I figure that did the trick because they haven't come back to say I'm a moron.

I hate having people here, I never know what I am supposed to do. It's flipping 28 degrees outside and these people are here trying to help me and I feel like I'm being ungrateful sitting in front of my space heater, blogging while they are out there losing appendages. It doesn't help that the one I interact with most has a beard and a hat...so no matter what he actually looks like I find him attractive. There needs to be a term for this...hat goggles? Beard goggles? beahat goggles...beahat goggles it is. I suffer from chronic beahat goggles.

I'm just praying that they can "fix" the well. I don't want them to come back to the door and say, "Yeah, there's nothing wrong with your well you idiot...but thanks for the laugh this morning, our facial muscles needed the workout."