A springhouse that no longer has water flowing through it.I have a (very long) story in the paper this week about water, or more accurately, the lack thereof. As the drought continues in spite of tropical storms, and as the grass browns and the pastures die, I wonder, as do many other people, where this will take us.
Wells in our area are holding their own, if they are drilled deeply. The shallow wells, that is to say, the older wells, were redrilled in 2002 during that particularly dry year.
Our own well runs fast and has a lot of water in it. It also has a lot of black grit, iron and lime. The black grit stops up the filters. The iron gives the plastic in the interior of the dishwasher a nice pink color. And the lime gets all over everything and ruins appliances.
We drink this water, filtered. I also buy water, an activity that would have been unthinkable in the first decade of my life. Nobody worried about water then. And most of it was fit to drink. That doesn't seem to be the case any more.
It worries me, but it doesn't worry the developers who are building their McMansions. I have a meeting tonight to attend about the latest development, organized by folks who aren't too happy about it.
I am not too happy about it, either.
Personal note: I saw my regular doctor today, and she will schedule a stress echocardiogram to be sure my chest pains from Saturday aren't heart-related. The test will go a long way toward ruling that out, and nothing gets injected in me.
No diagnosis yet, though.
Excellent article...hope you got paid double for that ;)
ReplyDeleteI wish.
ReplyDeleteA funny thing happened, I came over this way a couple of times and the frog post remained up and remained up, and today I find you've been posting all week after all. I think my "refresh" button got stuck!
ReplyDeleteI've been writing political commentary for the Roanoke Times without pay for a long time, and just started to break into the local newpaper market... with some pay. I'm thrilled about that.