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It was certainly a busy weekend.  I wish I could have been here more to take part in the debate of the ethics/morality of the human species’ place on the food chain, but I had other fish to fry, so to speak.

On Thursday when The Man went to the pump house to turn the water on so he could water the trees in the back forty (feet, not acres) he noticed that there was a strange humming noise and the pressure gauge was showing zero.  Not good.  Call the well guys.  Luckily they came out first thing Friday morning, and although their diagnosis wasn’t good, I can’t say it wasn’t expected.  Last time the well needed any work was 10 years ago.  The well guys said that the feed pipe inside the well was busted and our pump was running 24/7.  Solved the mystery of why our power bills had gone up to mid-summer levels the last two months.  And we thought it was the HVAC units.  Silly us.

So Friday was spent taking down the pump house.  What a job!  Those walls weigh a ton and with just the two of us it was an inch along job.  Surprisingly, we got it down pretty fast and I only pulled one shoulder muscle.  Not bad.  Got the concrete cap all cleaned off, pulled all the cold wrap off the pipes and it was ready for the well guys who were coming back first thing Saturday morning.

Saturday we were without water for only five hours.  Since I slept through the first three, I hardly noticed it at all.  After the well guys left, I did some laundry and The Man transplanted seedlings.  We went back out and wrapped up the pipes again, but we just weren’t ready to put the pump house back together.  So we are procrastinating on that until next weekend.  Hopefully the weather will stay nice.

Sunday being Super Bowl Sunday, The Man was oblivious to the World.  The smell of pizza rolls, potato skins, and homemade beer permeated the living room.  Rather than spend the day listening to a fairly intelligent man yell at the television, I did the smart thing for my psyche and hid out in the back of the house.  I finished reading the book I was working on and then decided to do some work out in the multipurpose room.  Well, it will be the multipurpose room once we get it all cleaned out.  Now it’s just our overloaded storage room.

I was going through a box of books, of which we have many, and I found two paperbacks that I picked up back in 1986.  The Book of Questions and The Book of Questions Love & Sex, both by Gregory Stock, PH.D.  I think both of these are still available on Amazon, if you’d like to get yourself a set.  I used to bring these books out when we’d have get togethers back in the day when we had friends and time.  They were always great for getting some really deep conversations going.  I leafed through them and chuckled to myself at how much my opinions have changed.  Then I had a thought.  Yeah, it was a pretty spectacular moment for me too.

Instead of the Shell Answer Man, I could become the Burst Question Lady!  I’ll pose a question from one of these books and y’all can throw in your two cents.  It could be fun.  What’s the worst thing that could happen?  Nobody plays?  A little more lulz?  Come on, it couldn’t be any worse than walking into a patch of stinging nettle.  Could it?

I’ll post the rules (every game has to have them) with the first question on Wednesday morning and let it run for a week to see how it goes.  Maybe two weeks, since it has been suggested that is the approximate lifespan of an internet thought.  If we have some fun, or at least something else to talk about, I’ll do it again.  So you wanna play?