We’ve finally somewhat settled into “our” house. The somewhat and “” are due to the fact that we are currently renting the home we’re attempting to buy because the V.A. takes so long to finalize paperwork.
As I sit here, we still have no furniture, short of two folding camp chairs and a blow up bed. Our move is considered a “specialty” move since a giant moving truck may not fit up our hill and back down again and so to save everyone involved a headache, we’re not sending for the furniture until we’re signed and official…. we are after all the same people who had a double deployment, broken arm requiring surgery, a house ran into, a hurricane/flood and lost two dogs all within 6 months. We’re not pushing our luck.
Now that we’re here, I am getting a refresher and the boys, including the big one, are getting a new lesson on rural living. Septic tanks and well pumps create a whole new set of challenges, along with the inability to get phone, internet or cable – not that we ever would. Just to get our internet set up took us two weeks and probably over 100 phone calls, but that 700 feet was just too much for anyone and we finally had to go with a “rural”, 4G provider.
Within an hour of finally having a bit of civilization back, the power went out. While this has nothing to do with be considered rural, it does pose a challenge when you’re on your own system. “Oh, you want to flush? Well, you get one. Use it wisely.” For those of you who have never been on a well system, you have a pump hooked up to bring the water into the house from the well. No power, no pump. The only water you have is what’s left in the house. Personally I see this as an excuse to drink the wine in the fridge, but that’s just me. Now, having boys, we got to cheat a bit. A bit I say. Not all of us can use the ample shrubs out back!
A pump also means that when you water your grass, you don’t get a decent shower or get to run the dishwasher do to a lack of water pressure.
I’m having to teach the boys about the septic also. No 30 minute showers boys! Besides – you have an inch of hair, what are you doing in there? Umm… never mind, don’t answer that, just get out!
If you fill your septic tank full of water, you’ll end up with a field full of…. ew… let’s not think of that.
All of this may seem like a huge pain. But when you walk out on to your porch and there is a nearly deafening silence. Maybe the hum of far of farm machinery, or a rooster crowing a mile away. Birds singing, or at night a coyote giving away its position, it all becomes worth the small inconveniences. No neighbors yelling, short of the distant far off laughter of some kids in their backyard pool. No dogs constantly barking for hours on end. I don’t hear other people’s televisions or discussions with their teenagers. The only cars passing are your neighbors, who want as much privacy as you do.
And that leaves our fur-baby. She used to be a champion birder and mouser. Now she won’t leave the porch without me because there are bigger things out there that will eat her. She has to learn to be a cat again.
So as we all learn and relearn what the world really looks like, we’ll keep explaining to companies where our little piece of quiet is.