Our house has vinyl siding, so we don’t have to paint, but we do need to get it power washed every few years. This spring’s pollen was especially heavy, so we figured now would be a good time to get everything spruced up again.
Robin, my husband, talked with his friend Bob who recommended a young fellow who’d done a super job on Bob’s house. Like ours, his is built on a view lot that looks out over the mountains, so the house has high walls on the back. Bob told us the fellow’s machine put out a spray that took care of everything all the way to the roof.
Friday afternoon Josh, the young workman, came over to begin the process. First, he climbed onto our roof and cleaned out all the gutters. That was a job in itself! Then he hooked up his machine and attached his long hose to our outside faucet. That’s when he hit a glitch.
His machine needed four gallons of water per minute to pump the power spray. Now he was only getting three gallons per minute. Our pressure wasn’t strong enough!
Our neighbors weren’t home, but we connected Josh’s hose to their outside faucet to see how much pressure they had. Their pressure was fine—plenty strong. So why wasn’t ours the same?
We called the Property Owners’ Association, and they suggested we check our gauge under the house to see if it was open all the way. Robin and Josh also checked the connection up near the street where our water line came off the main line. Everything seemed to be wide open.
So what to do? Would our neighbor let us use his faucet? We’d offer to pay him for the use of his water, but we’d understand if he refused. Hot Springs Village is on a rationing system now, with outdoor watering limited to every other day, according to one’s house address.
Friday night, Robin talked with Dennis. He agreed to help, but the two worked it out where we would pay him ten dollars. The next afternoon, Josh returned and finished the power washing using our neighbor’s water—two hours of steady spraying.
After all was finished, Robin stepped next door to pay Dennis. Moments later Robin was back with the ten dollars in his hand.
“He said ‘Thanks,’ took the money, and then he told me to hold out my hand, and he gave it right back. Said that would pay for our taking Judi to Express Care the week before.” Robin laughed.
It’s true—his wife had taken a tumble off her golf cart while Dennis was gone, and she gashed her head. I had made a quick run with her to the clinic. But we never expected anything in return. That was an emergency.
Today we’re happy to have a clean house again, but we’re even happier to know we have such kind and friendly neighbors.