Water
I don't know how it happened that my life has become completely obfuscated by water. The stuff seems of late to always be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the wrong form, in the wrong quantity. Take today, if you will. Please.
Having drained the garden hoses to the well last evening, we had no water whatsoever in the house when I awoke. I made a pot of coffee with one container of bottled water and gave the other to Sam, Murphy and Suzy Q to drink. Rain was pouring, naturally, outside. And, freezing on everything. Soon thereafter the rain changed to snow. None of this was conducive to connecting the garden hoses to the wellhead.
About 9:00 I decided enough snow had fallen on the icy roads to brave a trip into town. By 10:00 I had chiseled enough tiny portholes in the ice on the Jeep's windows to leave. Slipping and sliding down Waterfall Road, I made my way to Sparta where, naturally, there was neither ice nor snow. Only rain and rain it did ... all ... day ... long.
I worked in the coffee shop where (a) I forgot to put the pot under the drip filter and ran coffee water all ... over ... the ... floor and (b) I connected the espresso machine to the water line which, naturally, had a water leak at a pipe joint between the shutoff valve and the machine.
I drove home slipping and sliding in fog and falling rain on a now muddy Waterfall Road. Back home the rain was not conducive to connecting the garden hoses to the wellhead. So it is we are still without water ... inside the house.
I'm expecting the roof to leak tonight. If it does, I'll collect the water in a pot and made coffee with it on the morrow. But maybe, just maybe, I'll take a bath with the precious fluid first.
Having drained the garden hoses to the well last evening, we had no water whatsoever in the house when I awoke. I made a pot of coffee with one container of bottled water and gave the other to Sam, Murphy and Suzy Q to drink. Rain was pouring, naturally, outside. And, freezing on everything. Soon thereafter the rain changed to snow. None of this was conducive to connecting the garden hoses to the wellhead.
About 9:00 I decided enough snow had fallen on the icy roads to brave a trip into town. By 10:00 I had chiseled enough tiny portholes in the ice on the Jeep's windows to leave. Slipping and sliding down Waterfall Road, I made my way to Sparta where, naturally, there was neither ice nor snow. Only rain and rain it did ... all ... day ... long.
I worked in the coffee shop where (a) I forgot to put the pot under the drip filter and ran coffee water all ... over ... the ... floor and (b) I connected the espresso machine to the water line which, naturally, had a water leak at a pipe joint between the shutoff valve and the machine.
I drove home slipping and sliding in fog and falling rain on a now muddy Waterfall Road. Back home the rain was not conducive to connecting the garden hoses to the wellhead. So it is we are still without water ... inside the house.
I'm expecting the roof to leak tonight. If it does, I'll collect the water in a pot and made coffee with it on the morrow. But maybe, just maybe, I'll take a bath with the precious fluid first.
nO WONDER YOU NEED SOMETHING FOR DEPRESSION. IN LIEU OF EATER TRY SINGLE MALT SCOTCH.
ReplyDeleteAND REMEMBER SPRING OS ONLY A COIPLE WEEK AWAY AND THE MOUNTAINS ARE FANTATIC IN THE SPRING
Dave, take my advice: Go for a nice Barolo, or a seasoned Brunello instead of the Single Malt. There's much more sun in these liquids, and their anti-depression effects are approved and guaranteed by connoisseurs around the civilized world.
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