We just got back from a town meeting to discuss an ongoing issue concerning our water.
Forgive this little history lesson . . .
The majority of our town neighbors get their water from the nearby village. Living in the town, we don't have direct voting rights in the village concerning the water system. Over 2 years ago, the village announced that they did not believe they were required to provide water or maintain the system anymore. The system was established roughly 100 years ago and was in need of repair. I was part of an informal committee which was looking at options to assist the affected town residents.
The village stated that we town residents receiving city water should band together and form a water district. The problem with this is that the small number of dwellings would have to absorb all the costs for any future repairs - which could be very large. Needless to say, we were not real motivated to do so.
In tonight's meeting we found out that if we were on a well prior to the district being established, we would not have to be part of it. That being said, we will start immediately to put a well in.
(By the way, we do have a well pump like the one above on our property in the side yard. We bought the well pump and put it on a raised wooden platform that is over the septic tank! It's our little joke. Though it is not actually hooked up, we always tell people you don't want to drink the water...)
I'll be updating this blog to let you know what this entails over the next few weeks. Wish us luck!
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I almost forgot - we will be getting the main barn and the gym roofed. We got estimates and have selected a contractor who will be starting soon. We will get those section of the old barn roofed in metal roofing. I'll be updating this effort also.
1 comment:
YAY!!! Metal roof!! So neat looking, and durable.
Good luck getting your well in. I feel really sorry for those that can't afford one, or don't have the property to have one installed.
Wow, those city officials in charge of making these water decisons sound like unreasonable, immoral shmucks. What goes around, comes around...
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