Although I dreamt the smoke was so thick you couldn’t see more than 25-50 feet away, and that I found his passport, neither has come to be. Instead, we’ve got another mouse to catch, and the pump Jesse had put in the well yesterday still isn’t doing any good. He thinks it’s dried up and that he’ll need to have a new one drilled. Sure enough, Maryann, who I spoke to earlier, said there hasn’t been a problem in years. Figures, huh? The pump was down there for 16 years. In other words, we’re the ones that jinxed the damn thing with the breakage curse that’s been on us forever now. We learned through the burst pipes and fucked up refrigerator in Oregon that just because we don’t own much right now doesn’t keep us safe from things breaking more than they should. The good part is that we don’t have to pay for it, just be inconvenienced. When I spoke to Jesse, who ATV’d down here after speaking with Maryann, he said it’d cost him 15-20 grand to drill a new well.

Yup. Guy’s got money. He definitely isn’t going back to work anytime soon, but if his presence will keep the dogs from going on two-hour barking sprees, then fine.

Because the well problems aren’t his fault, I didn’t ask for a rent deduction for next month. But I did ask about the dump. I explained how hard it’d be to get certain things to the dump because we only have a car and because we have nothing to prove we’re residents of this town yet, and he said something about a free ticket he had and that he’d haul some stuff away next time he went.

Meanwhile, he said to keep the outside faucets turned on all the time. I don’t know why Tom, who called to tell me how to turn them on when I emailed him to let him know there was no water, had them turned off. Guess he must’ve thought he’d be shorting Jesse if they were on all the time.

I’m glad to be dealing with problems such as this as opposed to wild neighbors and ferocious car stereos, but I still hope the well’s fixed soon because we can’t drink this water and it’s kind of yucky.