Last night around 11 PM I gassed up the pumps and went to bed. I figured I could finish the pumping this morning, and I was desperate for sleep.
So at 7 AM I gassed up the pump in the upper dirt tank, started it, and it would not pick up the water. I tried every trick I could think of. I figured the intake basket was probably stuck in the mud since I had no time to clean it in between the two big rains. Even though it had worked fine yesterday. So I got into the tank with the hope of unsticking it. The hose to it was buried in mud but the intake was clean. So I spent hours of torturous work for nothing.
Eventually, with Mac's invaluable help, we disconnected the 3" pump and connected a 2" pump.
It was noon before we had water heading toward the lower dirt tank. In the process my feet were torn to shreds and I ripped open a finger. So many things went wrong today. But I have my water, and have it where I want it.
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| Dragonfly pond |
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| Large concrete tank |
I'm going to rest and heal in town for 3 days, then I hope to be able to enjoy looking for dragonflies at the oasis. By then mosquitoes will be miserable, but that should make for good dragonflying.
2 comments:
Mac needs some kind of award. He takes great photos. And evidently will work his ass off. I was trying to think of a polite way to phrase that, but perhaps the vernacular is best. As for you, you're just nuts. Thank you.
Yes, he's always handy to have around, but yesterday I feel like I couldn't have done it without him. I probably am nuts! What gets me is that all that work in the tank was for nothing. If I had unstuck the intake, it would have at least had a reward. Mac has physical issues and limitations, but he does the best he can do. He's a keeper!
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