|Tweed's Frosty Whiskers|
When we got home from work this evening, we realized we hadn't run the dishwasher. We were originally going to run it last night, then this morning so the dishes would be clean when we got home. Scott started it shortly after we got in then took a load of laundry downstairs. I wanted to fill my water bottle at the kitchen sink. Nothing--no water. I went upstairs to confirm the lack of water. Nothing again.
Okay, maybe the dishwasher and washing machine together were too much for the well pump. Scott was NOT washing any laundry. Oh, dear. We shut off the dishwasher and went to the basement where we discovered that, as you may have guessed, the pipe coming in from the well had frozen somewhere.
To make a long story less so, with the help of neighbor Jeremy, we found where the pipe came in as well as where it was frozen. It took tearing apart the woodwork a bit but there is now heat going to the pipe and the water has begun to trickle. We may not need all those buckets of snow after all.