How Gary's Week is Going...

 Since the frigid Polar Vortex hit the US a few days ago, it has been a matter of surviving for quite a few people.

This is what Gary has been dealing with...all over the area:


Shattered pipes in wells around the county.  He has been flooded with calls from people saying they don't have water.  Most of them deny that any of their pipes could possibly be frozen, but Gary has them try heat in their well houses for a few hours, and quite often he doesn't hear back from them.

Then there are the calls from people with the very obvious problem of shattered water lines.  He kept this one because there are still usable joints, or whatever they are called, on the end.  You can see there are other fittings at the other end in this photo, sort of at least.

This morning he has to go to town to get more fittings, pipe adhesive and other supplies; then he has a few places to do repairs.  For the most part people are glad to see him coming and are overjoyed when he leaves and they have water.  

Yes, it is super cold to get out and work, but he really doesn't mind it too terribly much. He can only take sitting around the house for so long, then he starts going stir-crazy.  

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School is going to be back in session today; frigid temps and all.  But the roads are clear, and they don't want to use another AMI day.  They only have one left, then if they miss any more school days past that the students will start losing Spring Vacation days.

This afternoon I am going to go sit with an elderly lady while the son, I think, is taking her husband to a dr appointment.  This elderly couple have been pillars of their community for many years, but now they are both quite frail and need round the clock supervision.  The husband has lymphoma and is going for treatments, chemo, I think.  He is pretty weak, so may not be able to go at all. 



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