On day 6 of the ‘will we or won’t we have water, today’ adventure, the tank was finally filled, but not by normal means.
Yesterday, the gardener swung by to give me the daily water update. He told me that a plumber was going to come over and check for leaks along all the pipes from the main water line to our water tank.
The plumber arrived and I accompanied him and our gardener out into the yard to begin the inspection process. It should be noted that our ‘pipes’ are not actually real pipes. They are garden hoses and they look just like the kind you could buy at Target or Walmart, although, I think the ones you could buy at Target or Walmart would be of a much better quality.
I knew that we had hoses running about the yard because I would see a flash of one from the ground every once in a while. They aren’t buried very deep and in some cases they just kind of lazily pop out of the ground for an inch and then plow back down.
The plumber very easily pulled all the hoses out from the ground and began to check for leaks. While he was doing this, the gardener showed me where our house hose hooked into the main water line.
He took me out to the little road in front of our house and kicked open a plastic grey box. “Here,” he said, “is where the big water comes from and goes into the tank.” I stood in the hot sun looking down into the box and thought to myself, “Really? This is the source of my daily water from the main line?”
It was simply another hose with a meter attached that hooked onto our little hose. There was a tiny spicket to turn the water on or off and that was about it. I don’t know if this is how the main water lines and associated pipeline structure is for the rest of the island, but I could easily see how something or someone could have messed up our water intake.
There’s not even a lock on the box. Anyone and their mother could just walk by and shut off our water, or disconnect our water, or siphon our water and we wouldn’t have a clue.
Walking back into the yard, I thought we would most definitely have some sort of leak in the hose somewhere considering the fact that last Thursday the grass was cut and they guy who cuts the grass uses a weed whacker. How easy would it be to just whack one of our hoses by accident?
But there were no leaks and the mystery as to why we had no water continued to hover over all of our heads as we took turns opening and closing the spicket as if by sudden wrist turning action, one of us would set the water free.
The plumber did discover that we had zero pressure which was part of the big problem. Our water tank sits above the ground and the water has to make its way down the hose from the main line and then up into a small opening in the side of the tank in order to fill it.
The temporary solution was to take our garden hose (the only difference between this hose and our water hose is that the garden hose is green) and hook it up to the main line. The plumber removed the current water hose and stuck the garden hose in its place. He then pulled it across the garden and plopped the other end into the top of the tank.
Before leaving, the plumber said that nothing more could be done and that he had requested a water truck to stop by to fill the tank (all for a small price, madame – ya. saw that one coming at day 3 of this little hose party) the next morning. The reason as to why this happened in the first place will really only be known to the lizards and frogs that stay up during the night watching the doings of the tank.
It’s 5:00 p.m. on Wednesday and the truck just left after driving over one of the smaller palm trees in the garden. We now have a full tank of water and I’m feeling rather protective of it. Do I wash those seven dishes we’ve been quickly rinsing and re-using for the past 6 days? And what about doing a quick load of laundry before the sun finally sets?
So many fun potential water activities, but I think a nice cool shower with water actually coming out of the shower head to wash my ripe smelling self is what’s most needed and probably most desired by the Frenchman. Bathing out of the sink for the past few days has mixed up the daily routine, but I’m ready for back-to-normal.