I feel seriously bent out of shape now.  I finally got the brassicas into new 4' long rain gutter trays, and they are apparently very happy there.  The weather has become cool, or perhaps it always was cool, I don't remember any longer.  On Saturday eve, I was at the kitchen sink with the water on, doing something, and suddenly, there was a big pop and the pump went off sharply.  Fortunately, I always keep extra milk jugs full of water, mostly so they can warm up to room temperature when watering plants.  So I was able to keep the dogs watered and make coffee the next morning. 

I contented myself to stay indoors and clean house without using any water on Sunday, June 1.  On Monday, John called the well driller man, and I went up north to visit my daughter.  We went to the Dollar Store by Ace Hardware and bought all sorts of things for $1.00 each, mostly.  I was able to find sucrose hummingbird fluid also, and a big suet ball, for $4.00 each.  When I got home with all my treasures, the well drilling people were here, already pulling the very heavy pump out to see what was the matter.  It turned out to be a shorted out wire, which was quickly replaced and the pump was running fine.  They had put a lot of chlorine down the well (I have no idea why they would want to poison my well), but I've not been able to use the water at all yet.  I keep running it out into the yard to try to clear up the chlorine, but so far, it still is contaminated.  We have been living on bottled water all this time.  I'm pretty disgusted, and still have yet to see the bill. 

I just got my economic stimulus from the government, and I guess I know where it's going - to pay for the well repairs.  The good news is that I got the new hummer fluid just in time.  When I went out this morning, the feeder was down to just a few sips.  A hummingbird was there at the feeder, waiting for me to fix things up.  I took it in the house, using distilled water, rinsed it out and made up the sucrose fluid and got it hung back up.  The hummer was right there.  These are the ruby-throated hummers.  The other day I got a good laugh when a woodpecker was at the hummer's feeder banging away, trying to get some fluid too.  The hummers were flying at his butt, poking him with their sharp little beaks, and he kept having to twist and turn to avoid their little attacks. 

Well, it's that time again to go to town and get groceries for the month, pay bills.  I am so sore and messed up that I will probably have to go back to the chiropractor soon.  And yet, my yoga still makes me feel pretty good when I get things all stretched out...