Someone will come out Monday to look at the well and supervising draining of pipes 'winterizing'. Then I'll travel a shorter distance than I had planned, probably stay in Truth or Consequences, and hit Albuquerque the next day.

Reassured in a way by the women in the well service office; but in a way unnerved because one immediately jumped to the conclusion the well is sucking air because the water table dropped. I don't think so, but what if the tech also jumps to that conclusion? I guess I'll get a second opinion before rebuilding the well.

Ripped the end-cover off my awning while pulling away from the house where I parked too close in order to load recycling directly from the porch, yet another humiliation in front of the neighbors.

Got to the enormous transfer station; there was a bin the size of a chest freezer, stuffed full of cardboard, nowhere else to put the stuff. And I had a chest freezer's worth to drop. Unattended shoddy operation.

Went into town where I had spotted big recycling containers. GONE. In the corner of the lot remained a tiny bin marked 'tin cans' and a regular dumpster. Put all my stuff in there, cardboard, trash, and all. I had already dumped the scrap metal at the transfer station.

Just getting a lot of 'nothing works any more' vibes everywhere I go. The bank transfer facility that should work, doesn't, no recourse, no one to call and get things working.

The lumber I paid HD extra to have delivered, and waited 10 days for--was delivered to the wrong address, then carpenter had them bring it here and received it, weeks ago. As he builds the roof, finds, tucked inside, a colossally warped timber, had to be replaced.

Even he of even temper has become frustrated. the RV park well failed, and they were sold 2 non-working pumps, so went thru installation process 3 times. No one cares if they waste buckets of your time because of their carelessness or poor quality.