It’s been a few weeks since I’ve found time to write. During that time, things have been moving along sort of like the tortoise, slow and steady. But life still happens and you have to make time for family, work, and everything that comes along with it.
When doing the demo on the house, we found a few boards that a previous owner had written on, when he did renovations to the house. He had written the date and his name and when the house was built. I decided that I wanted to write on the interior studs of our walls, not only for people that may remodel in the future to find, but to bless our home and all who live and stay there. I found bible scriptures that I like and went through the house one evening, wearing out a few pencils.
A lot of work has been done. The wiring has been completed, which included moving the old breaker box from the bedroom wall on the front of the house and relocating it to the utility room. The electric wiring was also installed underground from the electric pole to the house, so we don’t have ugly wires hanging across the front of the house anymore. The plumbing has all been reworked and finished. I did have a couple of walls moved and framed up a couple of doors, but nothing major at all. The insulation has been reinstalled, drywall hung and finished, and footers have been dug and concrete poured for the addition. But the biggest expense has been digging a new well. The old well was a hand dug well that was only about 26′ deep, which was river water level. Yes, the previous owner used river water. I hope to goodness that they didn’t drink it before boiling it. Ugh!
Frank called a gentleman that had witched the last well we dug, to ask if he could come and help us out again. Unfortunately, he wasn’t feeling well, but recommended someone else that also has the gift to witch wells. Frank gave him a call and he agreed to come out and witch it for us. A few days later, while Frank and his workers were at the house, one of the guys said “Hey Frank, there’s some ole guy out walking around the yard, holding a stick in the air.” They all went out to watch him do his work. He is a very nice gentleman and let them hold onto his stick as he walked around and found the water. Some of them tried to do it on their own, but they didn’t have the gift. The gentleman explained that his father had been able to witch wells, and he was one of 13 children, and the only one to have gotten the gift of witching wells. Some of you may think this is nonsense, but both times we have been successful in hitting very good water, and plenty of it. Thank goodness, I won’t be making my lemonade with river water!