No complaints

I try not to complain. 

Even if, because of the storm, our electricity was off 38 hours. It went off at 3:00 a.m. on Saturday morning.

Husband got up after daylight and cranked the generator.

It died.

Husband went to town to buy ice so we could use a cooler, and ice down the freezer and put ice in the fridge and save as much as we could. 

And to purchase lots of bottled water. And go to Mother's and get ten gallons of water to flush toilets.

Our electricity came back on Sunday evening. 

The water was as muddy as a creek after a hard rain.

Husband went down to change the filter.

Mud gushed. Water quit.

Our phone went dead.

We finally got someone here to check the water pump - which just happens to be 397 feet underground - late Tuesday afternoon. They had to take two sections of the iron fence out, carefully back their truck between that space and a healthy dogwood. The mudslide had been so powerful in the well it had knocked the pump off and loosened a wire.

For hours after it was repaired, our water ran  muddy. Sinks, toilets and tub were full of mud and black dirt. I didn't think it would ever come clean again. Thank the good Lord for Comet.

Then we shocked the well. (this statement makes me giggle)

We ran outside faucets, indoor faucets, hot and cold water. Ran the dishwasher and washing machine. We still didn't smell bleach like we were supposed to. The water was still dingy.

But slowly the water cleared. NOW it smells like bleach. We can't drink it. But thank goodness we can use it for everything else and it's as clear as glass. Well, not my glass, but somebody's clean glass.

Between Mother and myself, we have had five doctor appointments and two Texas cousins visiting. 

But I'm not complaining. 

Really.