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Last night's bath water and this morning's drinking water are from the newly functioning well. This is a big deal - free at last from dependence upon city water, and from trips to town to procure it. With a light heart, I ride my bicycle to morning Mass, a pleasant ride on this beautiful May morning, only my second weekend spent entirely at the new homestead.

After Mass, I call Lenore from the phone in the church hall, just to chat and to share the well news. On the return trip, riding up the hill past the state park, I hear the voices of families camping in the park, a pleasantly homey sound. There's a service road at this end of the park... I wonder if I could cut through the park on my way to and from church? Have to check that out next week.