And, no, I'm not talking about tea today. It's water, man, water.
I have none.
Well, it's a long story so I'll get started:
December 20, 2005 I report to the principal and to the maintenance man that I can hear water running somewhere in my house but I cannot find the source. Both come to hear it. Maintenance man takes a look around and cannot find it. Plumber comes and cannot find it. I suggest someone crawl under the house to see if there is a puddle forming somewhere. No one does.
January 5, 2006 I report that there is mold growing in my house because it's so damp in there. Maintenance man tells me that I need to open the windows more. Right, in -28 degrees Celsius.
March 3, 2006 I report to the new principal and the maintenance man that the lino on the floor around my wet wall is saturated and the floor is soft underneath.
March 8, 2006 Maintenance man goes to crawl under the house to see if he can spot a leak and discovers more than 3 feet of water under there. Tells me I won't have water for a "day or two." But the good news is the sound of running water is finally silenced after 3 months.
I never realized how much I used until I didn't have it. It's giving me a new perspective. There are people on this reserve who don't have running water - just a few left from the olds days. I'm thinking I have to go research more water conservation tips. I honestly thought I was good with water but now it's a whole different ball game.
Enjoy your shower today! M
The Painted Stranger
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