I hate feeling rushed.
As much as I loved our recent trip to Ireland (see Every Sign a Song Cue), I regretted traveling during autumn. It’s my favorite season, by a slight but measurable margin. I don’t like being away from the homestead at this, the best time of year. I want to savor the season, experience it fully before moving on to winter.
And yet . . .
It’s not quite that drastic here, but this year, it feels close! (Internet meme.)
Saturday evening, Aly walked by the water heater, and pointed out a puddle around it.
The homestead has sprung a leak once again.
We’ve been here a couple of times before. We currently use our third Aguaheater, a Mexican made wood-fired hot water heater that no one seems to manufacture anymore. We lost the first one to leaks; the second one, we patched often (see The Homestead Springs a Leak) before a hard freeze that came while we were traveling destroyed it (see Danger and Opportunity). The third one served well for about five years before this new leak.
We knew this would happen eventually. We bought this heater used, and expected its use to be limited as a result.
“Now, you may feel a slight cramping…” Michelle prepares to go in with some furnace cement to patch the leak (Photo: Sarah A. Zeiger).
