A water pipe burst on our street. That means no water. And, don’t get me wrong, this has happened before… but we got a letter today from the people who run the base where I live, stating: ‘At this time I do not have an estimated time that the water will be back on…If you are in need of a water source we have set up a hose.’ ON ANOTHER FLIPPING STREET. So, here I am, with no shower/no indoor plumbing. We have to dump water in our toilets just to go. AND I HAVE NOT SHOWERED. And they don’t know when the water will be back on. Some nine hours later and we’re without water. We have six gallons of water from the store we happened to have and can trek down to another street to use a hose. Ohmigoshyey. Yey.
So, I was thinking that this was something akin to the apocalypse, or maybe just one of those very keen ’don’t’ take [INSERT THING] for granted’. But, really, we never expect to lose our water for such a long time. And then I began to feel a little ridiculous for throwing such a fit when there are millions of people without clean water to drink, let alone shower in. If they had access to a hose of clean (-ish… this is Southern California tap we’re talking here) water, I wonder how many miles they would walk to reach it. 12? 50? 100? And I won’t walk down the street with oily hair to get some. Yeah, I know.
So, while it sucks, it really does put some things into perspective. I can get over it, because it’s not like I’m dehydrated or covered in sludge. I just want a shower. Really, I want the water back, but some people can’t have the water back, you know? So, when the pipe is repaired, I’ll do a little jig and thank God, because water is a gift.
And… Dihydrogen Monoxide is a fancy name.
Toodle Pip.
