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Tanks a lot

Adventure schmenture. I think I shall now make it my goal to one day live someplace where I don't have to rely on a pump, a well or a tank for my water supply. At least, those items won't be in my own yard and won't be my responsibility. Instead, I'd like to tap into some municipal water supply. It would be great. I could just turn on the kitchen spigot and viola! Water would come out, like magic. I could also drink said water. It would be officially potable. Oh sure, I'd still be willing to conserve with low flow toilets and shower heads, water-stingy washer, odd-even day lawn watering in the summer. I'd even be willing to continue with the mantra, "If it's yellow, let it mellow; if it's brown flush it down." That's a bit of what we've been doing lately, since it hasn't rained in a little over two weeks. Check that. It hadn't rained. It's raining now. Ron noticed, however, that despite the precipitation, no water was going into the tank. He had climbed the ladder against our giant water catchment tank in the rain and peered over the side, expecting to see water running into our heretofore rapidly diminishing water supply. The tank was down to about a third full. He looked in, but saw no water running, or even dripping from the pipe leading into the tank. After searching all the pipe joints and ripping away overgrown weeds from around the pipes coming off the roof and slithering across the yard, we found the reason. One of those critical pipes was, as they say around these parts, all bus' up. It had a big slit that was gushing water. The very water that was suppose to be going into the tank was instead spewing like a fountain and landing in the grass. Luckily, we were able to make a temporary fix for tonight. We'll get a new pipe tomorrow.
So now it's raining and the good news is that I can probably abandon my plan to hit the Laundromat this weekend. The tank will fill up fast if the rain comes as usual. Water shortage averted by mother nature.
And so it goes here in the rainforest. Tomorrow's another day at the wine factory.
A hui hou. Aloha!

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