High Temperature: 82F Low Temperature: 60F Sunrise: 7:17 am Sunset: 7:17 pm Humidity: 57% Wind: sse 12 mph Chance of Rain: 10%
At dusk we walk up to the oil pump that sits west of the house and towards the northern woods and with just a small twinge of guilt - we throw the switch that turns off the noisy monster. The monster comes to a slow and graceless halt, the belt squealing, the weights at the end sliding, It reminds me of an amusement park ride coming to rest at the end of its run. And we, the passengers, must wait until the "ride has come to a full and complete stop" before exiting. The rest of our walk is deliciously quiet and peaceful. Through the night as we sleep, there is no waking to muffled clunks and irritating clanks.
In the morning, at the end of our walk, we push the lever back up and with some squealing (and on one wet morning, smoke billowing briefly off of the belt) and reluctance, the machine comes back to life. The peace and quiet shattered for another day.