Water water everywhere, but not a drop in my sink.

It isn't looking good folks. Inspections today and lots of phrases like, "What the- I have never seen anything like that in the 20 years I've been servicing wells, maybe once something like it…" and lots of numbers like $20,000 and $10,000 in reference to wells, pumps, septic tanks, being bandied around (by professionals), lots of head scratching (by all present) and check writing (me).

I did enjoy myself on the inspection day in spite of all the gloomy prognosis. Louis was there, our wonderful realtor Vicki, my pal Lisa so the company was good, and I followed the inspection guys around asking questions – which I always love doing. (Why does that need a double pipe? How come there are wires coming out there? What does that thing do?)

But by the end of the day I felt demoralized by the river of water swirling somewhere below my feet that was going to cost a motherlode to bring to the surface, and without which the land was useless to me.  Sniff.

It isn't over yet, we are still looking for answers, but…it isn't looking good, folks.