I am a worrier. I worry about everything imaginable. You name it, I’m worried about it.
One of my worries of late has been our water. You see, we are on a rural water line, and we have to go out and read our own meter every month, then figure out how much we owe the water district and send in our money.
Should not be a big deal, right?
But back in May, I noticed that we had a huge uptick in water usage. So much that John and I checked all our hydrants and we realized that one was running – underground – all the time.
We turned off the water to the barn and called Digger Jim in to bring his bobcat and fix the problem, which he did.
Well, I have been worried that maybe he really did not fix it, and for the past 5 months, I’ve been guessing at our usage rather than checking the meter (which is hard to get to) and then sending in the bill.
Today, I decided that before winter sets in, I really, really needed to check the meter and find out our actual usage. I have been having nightmares that we had used some ridiculous amount of water, like 100,000 gallons, and that we would have to sell the farm to pay the bill. Like I said, I’m a worrier.
Thankfully, it’s fine. I have actually overpaid about 2,000 gallons because I was just slightly overestimating our usage.
I really need to be less of a chickenshit about things that worry me and face them head on!