Return Address – If our well had the power of speech, I think I know what it would be saying. More or less.
Today the well gets fixed.
If my well could talk, I think it would be nervous and scared. It’s about to experience major surgery.
Fracking. Water fracking. High pressure water forced down into the bedrock to loosen the grit and silt that has collected during the past 40 years. After cleaning out those feeder fissures, they will shore up its walls, reposition the pump, and seal it against dirt. This should prevent further dirt from seeping into it.
Our water will be cleaner, the well will be healthier. Finally, it gets topped off with a smooth steel cover. The old well morphs into a new, up-to-date well.
Personally, I’ve been renovated several times. I can understand the worries our well might be experiencing. Its fears and concerns.
Will it hurt? Clearing out the fissures in the bedrock … that could make any well nervous! We all fear the unknown. After all, our well didn’t get to vote on what would be done to it … or who would perform its surgery.
But, like me and my various surgeries, there comes a time when you run out of options. What must be, must be. The time for quibbling and prevarication are over. The time for action has arrived.
Fare thee well, oh well. We need you to be healthy. Buck up. You’ll feel much better when we’re done fixing you. We will all feel better when you are full of clean, cold water.
Hang on, be cool. It’ll all be finished before you know it.