Yesterday was one for the books. We have had a number of ups and downs with temps. Weird precipitation- we went through rain, sleet, & than snow all within hours thanks to a storm named Harper. Odd name for an odd storm. Regardless, we thought we were well prepared.
Thought being the key word. We were mistaken. Monday it hit -1. I was so very thankful that my fur babies had their sweaters. Although Buster insists that his be removed as soon as he enters the house, I felt that it was worth the trouble. I worry about Butter most. Little dogs normally don’t do well in weather this cold. She’s a snow bunny at heart, often we have to be stern to get her into the house. She loves her sweater. I’m grateful for that, too.
I limited her time and watched her out the window. As soon as she was finished, I rushed her in. As an added benefit, they looked gosh darn adorable. Even though they are Christmas-themed, who cares? It was a bright spot in the day.
I know for fact that I had left the water trickling in the bathroom. Somehow, someone turned it off. We woke up to frozen pipes. My husband cancelled his work for the day and had to stay home. Because of our rural conditions, things to do with erosion and water collecting in strange places, we’ve had difficulties before. But, this is the first time since we got public water that our pipes froze.
Due to the heavy rain the day before, we also had incredible, epic flooding around where the pipes are located. Those leading to the house were fine. These were the ones which would’ve been exposed to the elements. However, he’d insulated them. What he discovered, though, was that the heavy rain had caused all the insulation to collapse. This resulted in the flooding and freezing.
Now, we were in a pickle. Forecasters had called for Tuesday being the only good day this week. Being that it gets dark around 5:30, we were up against the clock. The warmest part of the day was between 10 and 11 AM. Due to the flooding, my poor husband had to balance himself on a 2×4 with a welding torch. It would’ve been funny if it hadn’t been so tragic.
A lot of prayer and a few hours later, we saw a trickle of water. Unfortunately, the pressure regulator switch had died in the deep freeze. A trip to Lowe’s, more prayer, and some above freezing temps and we had water again. Now, we have to figure out how to keep it from happening again. More prayer!