Wallabi's Farm: The English Hototogisu Bakery and Farm Blog

Hello, my name is Sara. In 2005 my husband and I bought an old farmhouse in Okayama, borrowed a few fields and set to building ourselves a pleasant rural life. Now, several years on, we have fields a-plenty, what was until the end of 2012 a wheaty bread bakery and is now prepping to be a gluten-free space, and have incorporated our efforts into the Hototogisu Bakery and Farm. Welcome!

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Water water everywhere...

And not quite not a drop to drink, but close. For the past week we've been limping along with tape holding together the well pump, plugging it in it twice a day to fill up water jugs and buckets, shower and occassionally do a load of laundry. We've been lucky so far - the tape leaks a fair bit, but the pump hasn't given out completely. It is taking a while to get it fixed - several days went just to finding someone willing to repair it, then several more while the repairman ordered the part, a good hour last night while Shuzo and the repairman stood looking at the pump, as the repairman ordered the wrong part, and another ? days until the right part arrives and the repairman can come by and install it. This is one of those days when I wish I was living in a place where do-it-yourself was a bit more popular. If I could just get the part, I could fix the pump in about 5 minutes. But, as I am not a repairman with a repair shop, I don't have anywhere to get the little plastic hose and connector. Ah, running water, someday....

As to the 'water water everywhere' bit: Yesterday I mentioned that Japanese summers have about as much rain as Northern California winters, and last night proved it. Heavy rain throughout the night meant that we woke up to a swollen backyard stream and a noisy waterfall outside the kitchen window. The neighborhood association fellow making his post-storm rounds pointed out two spots where the dirt road next to the house has slumped into the stream, and promptly convened a small conference to block off the side of the road (fortunately, this is just past our driveway, and we are the last house, so no one is inconvenienced too much). It turns out we are pretty lucky to have this be the worst of the damage, as the main road heading north is closed, the parking lot for our train station is flooded (and not just a little - the water is up to the windows of the sole car that spent the night there) and there is a landslide blocking one lane of traffic on the way to town. I have to work in town tomorrow, so I am keeping my fingers crossed for no more rain!


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