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A River Runs Through It
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Butterfly Hollow Farm ____ The Path Leading Us Here ____ How The Farm Got Its Name ____ Restoring the Old Farmhouse ____ Where The Beefalo Roam ____ Saddle Up The Horses ____ Saving Wilderness and Farm Land ____ Farm Journals ____ Sharing The Farm ____ Guest Book ____ Site Map ____ |
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Thank God I listened to that voice that whispered get up and go down to the farmhouse. I figured it was just my anticipation for the days work ahead of preparing to sand down our new oak floors. I walked up onto the porch and looked in through the front door window panes as I fiddled with the latch and almost started crying. Flowing through our kitchen and into the living room was a river almost as wide as the room itself. Over the last few weeks we have been planing, trimming and installing the rough cut Oak lumber we located in a lumber mill close by. Each row that went across the house was pried into place, screwed down, as well as, tacked down with a nail gun. We couldn't get over how much of a difference the floor made in the whole appearance of the house. Everything was installed and today we were going to cover walls, cedar logs and cabinets with plastic in preparation for a few days of sanding and smoothing. Well, I guess it was time for plan B. I immediately lifted the door going down into the root cellar where the water cut-off valves were and almost got sick to my stomach when I saw water deeper than myself and just about covering all the stairs. I jumped as far as I could towards the plumbing and running on adrenaline, waded through the ice water and finally had the water to the house turned off. Back upstairs I opened the door to the house and sloshed my way over to the kitchen sink where the source of this bad day appeared. I guess this is one of things where expertise in a trade pays for itself. I did most of the plumbing under the sink and had a gut feeling the day I connected the hard plastic water lines that something was wrong. Since the sink and the plumbing coming from the floor didn't line up exactly, there was a slight pressure on the pipes that I had installed. We had been using the sink for more than three months with no problems. Unknown to us, it was slowly working its way loose. We mopped, sponged, used rags, and a wet-vac and by noon had the river gone. We cranked up fans and turned up the heat as high as it would go and tried to dry everything out. It was fortunate that the wood was held in place so tightly and didn't bow or bend too much as it dried out. Tomorrow I'll replace those stupid hard plastic water lines with the flexible type and write this bad day off as another "live, learn, and pass it on" life lesson. S
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Butterfly
Hollow
Gordonsville,
TN 38563