Our water supply comes from something called Rural Water, meaning that we have water piped into our place for some kind of cooperative, rather than obtaining it from a well. Paying the Rural Water bill requires a little more work than our water bill in Minneapolis: we have to read the meter each month, do a little subtraction, and figure out the payment based on the charts vs. simply writing a check from the bill mailed to you.
The 5th of the month is the trigger date for checking the meter: so, one day late, as I was walking out to the water meter this afternoon, I realized that the distance to the meter was probably as far, if not farther than the end of our street in Minneapolis. It was a strange thing to ponder, how things change and yet can feel pretty much normal.
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