Drip... drip? - Phil's Rambling Rants
We were lucky . . . we had a scapegoat . . .
Our well went dry when the new golf course put in 1, then 2, then 3 wells at ~ 300 feet each to water its new greens and tees. Our surface pump could only draw from 15 feet, and even though adding 5 more feet bought the pipe down to under the new water level, the pump couldn't cope.
Thankfully, we had neighbors who helped us hold the City of Dublin to its (now-forgotten) promise that they make whole any well-users harmed by the proposed golf course. (Also, thankfully our well already went down to 90 feet.) There was another dry week when the city sent out people to measure our well's water level to determine that a submersible pump would be a permanent fix.
Then there was the problem that the church, our landlord, was short of money and could not afford the $1000 pricetag. Luckily, we were able to scrape together that money, run it through the church to pay the plumbing company (non-taxable, that way), and quite some time later got a reimbursement check from the city. In the meantime, we used the church for bottling water and early morning spongebaths in the restrooms.
Best of luck, and I hope the water comes back.