My husband and I have a dream house. (Art: John McNulty, above.)
Our dream house “model” is White o’ Morn, an Irish cottage that was part of the setting for the movie The Quiet Man starring John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara. As you can see, it’s no McMansion. It’s just a sweet, simple, comfortable cottage. It’s easy to care for, and it’s by a bubbling brook (though the brook isn’t pictured here).
My hubby’s a wonderful guy, so in a way every home where I live with him is a dream home. It’s a funny thing, though: Every place my husband and I have lived since we got together has been notable for water problems.
In our first house, we lived in a farmhouse by the Shenandoah River on a spit of land that stuck out from the mountain behind it. We were surrounded by water on three sides.
The only way to drive up to the house was by crossing a low-water bridge, similar to the one pictured below. Whenever a lot of rain fell within 50 miles or so to the south of our location, the river would rise about 24 hours later and completely cover the low-water bridge. The next day could be as bright and clear as you please, but if it had rained hard in the days before that, it could be several days before the water receded enough for us to get out to work, the grocery store, etc.
Whenever I washed clothes, the water that drained during the wash cycle would bubble up from the floor drain. Clearly someone screwed that up when it was installed. The dishwasher also broke, and the landlord never fixed or replaced it. We hand-washed dishes after that, and found the Zen in it rather than complaining about it.
Eventually we moved to a new place a few miles away, a place we affectionately dubbed “the mountain house.” We weren’t close to the river there, but there were other water problems to experience.
At the mountain house, we had delicious water for drinking and bathing from a deep well on the property. But the well pump unexpectedly malfunctioned one day, and we were completely without running water for three days while the pump mechanism was repaired. Our kind neighbor generously let us get water from her outside spigot so that we could flush our toilets. We drank bottled water, washed dishes carefully, and took sponge-off baths until we had running water again.
At the mountain house we had a mostly finished basement that provided us with a second living area, a computer room, a bathroom, and a bedroom. The washer-dryer area and a storage area comprised the unfinished part of the basement.
Even though this was a walkout basement rather than a full basement, we had to run two humidifiers 24/7 to keep the basement livable. So there was that. And then one day my younger stepdaughter (who lived with us at the time) alerted me to the fact that there was an inch of water on the basement floor. (!) One of the washer hoses had broken and flooded the basement. We duly sopped up the water, and thankfully the landlord was quick to supply a new washer for us.
Whenever it snowed, there was always a square “hot spot” in our backyard where the top of the septic tank was. Supposedly it had been cleaned out before we moved in, but the tank always perked “hot.” Is that a good thing or not? I don’t know, but it always made me nervous. We managed to end our time at the mountain house after two years without a septic incident. Whew!
Next, we moved to a place we called “the cottage,” which was about 15-20 miles south of the mountain house. It was about 720 square feet, much smaller than the mountain house had been. My stepdaughter had moved on, and hubby and I were comfortable and happy in this smaller space.
We had a crawlspace rather than a basement, so that was one less headache to deal with. Or so we thought!
We were on well water and septic again at the cottage. We had been warned in advance that the well water was full of iron. There was a water softener there, but it wasn’t nearly powerful enough to deal with all the iron in the drinking water. The water softener broke about two weeks after we moved in. The landlord never got around to replacing it during the whole two years we were there.
We were fortunate to be able to get drinking water from a spring that was just a couple of miles up the road. I’m quite sure that this spring water was the cleanest, purest water I’ve ever drunk in my life. The water runs out of a pipe that someone stuck directly into the side of a mountain. Many people in the area go up to the spring to get drinking water, even if they’re on city water.
I was by that time a stay-at-home wife, so I made it my job (most of the time) to fetch water whenever we needed it, which meant that I was lugging six three-gallon jugs back and forth at least once a week. But, again, that water was so clean and fresh that it was like a gift from Gaia.
We bathed and washed clothes in the iron water flowing from the well on our property, though. It smelled bad, and we stopped buying light-colored clothing because the water would stain light clothes horribly.
A few months into our sojourn at the cottage, I started noticing that the pipes were bubbling and burping. You guessed it: SEPTIC TANK FAILURE! Turns out the septic tank hadn’t been installed correctly in the first place. It took our landlord a little over a month to get that fixed, between the snowstorms we had that winter. I’m sure the septic guys didn’t appreciate having to come out and work on the tank in January’s bitter cold. Though maybe smell-wise, it’s better than doing it during the summer!
Interestingly, I was finally able to put two and two together about our water problems by looking at a composite chart. Come to find out, our composite chart features Neptune in the 4th house. With the god of the sea presiding in the “home” part of our chart, I guess we should expect no less than a wet environment!
Hubby and I have since moved to another state–one that’s known for being pretty dry, though. We currently live in an apartment in town that has city water and sewer. We’ve lived here for about a year and a half now. Our dishwasher broke and had to be replaced. We found out that the overflow drain on the master bath tub was never connected, so if we overflowed the bathtub, it was dripping into our downstairs neighbor’s apartment. And then the ice maker got clogged and started leaking lots of water into the refrigerator.
We’ve really had more than our share of water problems with our composite 4th house Neptune. Thanks to astrology, I was able to become aware of the problem.
Someday, I hope, we will have our “dream house.” Even when we are able to make that dream come true, I suspect that these watery problems will probably always manifest for us in ways that are mysterious, obscured, or hidden, “until they aren’t”! We’ll have to pay extra attention to structuring our home environment (Saturn) to minimize water-related issues.
(Photo via Pinterest: Melenara Beach, Grand Canary Island)
Maybe we’ll even build a shrine to Neptune and the water elementals there. 🙂
Have you and your partner got a composite Neptune in the 4th? Have you noticed problems of the watery variety? Am I just being paranoid or hyper-aware of these problems?
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