Today's movie postponed due to bad wire karma

There is no Monday Morning at the Movies today because Sunday was a bad wire day. Allow me to explain.

I moved the horse trailer into the corral Sunday afternoon so that George and Alan could get some remedial trailer loading lessons over the next few weeks. In addition, I wanted Lucy to become familiar with this trailer because we've got an adventure planned for mid-May. Anyway, the trailer had not been in the corral for five minutes...

...when someone, whose identity is not yet known (I'm waiting for the teeth prints to come back from forensics) decided to eat the wiring attached to the left tail light.

Exhibit A.

I spent the next hour setting up a portable corral around the horse trailer to protect it from further destruction, instead of shooting and editing some video for Monday's movie. As if that weren't enough of an excuse...

Then I did a little gardening. I purchased a few colorful plants for the garden/chicken yard and potted them. What a waste of time and money. Even though the pots are on plant stands, it's only a matter of time before Clara and Peach discover and eat them. Why do I even bother?

To add insult to injury, as I was tenderly watering the plants, wishing them a long and happy life despite their grim prognosis, the water stopped coming out of the hose. Huh? No water? I went into the house and turned on the nearest faucet. No water. I checked the breaker box and reset the switches for the well pump. Still no water. This is the part where my heart starts beating real fast and my stomach starts to hurt.

I went out to the well head and removed the cover - no easy task since it was buried under layers of dirt and rock. Out ran three pack rats from a nest on top of the electrical box and a nest below the box. Both nests started blowing in the wind, so I ran into the house to grab my camera before all the evidence ended up in the next county.

Exhibit B.

The "fault" light was flashing on the box. I have no idea what that means. My hope is that my lack of water is because the #$%^&! packrats chewed the wiring, not because the pump itself failed. Time will tell. I left a message for the well guy and hope like heck he can get out here soon.

Meanwhile, I replaced the well cover (that would be the fake rock you see in the picture above), and called my wonderful neighbors, who a) let me take a shower at their house and b) let me borrow their 200-gallon water tank that fits in the back of my truck. Now all the animals have water, I can wash my hands, and we're good to go until the well guy gets here.

So that's why there's no movie today – totally bad wire karma, which rhymes with bad tire karma, which is a whole other story and don't get me started.