The pump is pulled…the heaters are installed; the waterfall is now silent and drained. There are still things to be cleaned up, but the water faucets are all disconnected, the solar lights are wrapped and stored, our occasional fairies and seagulls are boxed and safe…and I’ve gathered up all the tools.

We got soooo tired I suggested we go to Long John Silvers for lunch; and we then went down to Lowes in search of winter-shells for our basement windows. We also got a pressure-gauge for our house water pressure, which has gotten worse since the city fixed the water lines: we had it at 80 and dialed it back to 60, but the thing turned out to have fallen to 50. Well, so the cure for that is, first you attach this to an outside faucet to read what the house pressure is, then to go to the adjustment thingie on the house water supply, you know, where your house cutoff is; and screw it clockwise to raise it, while your partner, with a cell phone, is talking to you to tell you when to stop. Piece of cake. Futzed with it and got it to 70, which should make certain jobs a bit faster…

But it’s not raising the pressure in the sink, which is affecting our dishwasher.
We got under there, figuring, well, maybe we’ve got a problem in the valves down there.
What we’ve got, for one thing, is a leak. We also think we may have a clog in a pipe. It makes several right turns including the one to get from the basement to the kitchen in the ceiling access down in the basement.

This time we may just call a plumber. We’ve done so much ourselves, but if we’ve got a clogged supply pipe problem—sigh—at a certain point I just wanna know and have it fixed. We’re real tired. We’ve got so much to do. And Jane and I just want somebody to make this work.