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As I mentioned to a friend earlier today, it's a lot easier to have no running water in the winter than the summer.

A few years ago, Morguhn and Rowan were off somewhere at an event for a long weekend, and our water went away. I forget the reason for no water, but I think it was an issue regarding getting electrical current to the pump, but I digress. If you try to acquire water from natural sources in the warm months, it generally involves carrying buckets up and down naturally structured embankments, acquiring water that, in the best of cases, is muddy and ... lively ... because that's the kind of water you can get to. It isn't like taking a rowboat out to the middle of a lake and scooping up the top water, that tends to have lost a lot of the sediment and bacteria carrying bits, gravity having done its thing. No, you get the muddy, silty suspension, with the odd minnow or water bug. Then you have to get back up the hill without spilling all of it. A strange combination of Tantalus and Sisyphus. Not fun. Finally got water from the Irelands, which involved a not so natural embankment mostly paved, and a faucet. But still heavy. We won't even talk about driving over Skaneatles Turnpike with open buckets of water.

So, in the winter, it is much easier. You see, there is often all this lovely solid state dihydrogen monoxide laying about, often in a reasonably granular state. One simply gathers up sufficient quantities of this, often in receptacles that originally held other granular items, like cat litter, brings the receptacles indoors, and soon the granular state resolves to a fluid state. One can then use that in the tank of the toilet, meaning that purchased water can be used for human and companion animal consumption. This, in fact, is a vast improvement over similar experiences from my youth when some of the granular dihydrogen monoxide had to be collected into cooking pots and boiled before human consumption. The first deep damage to my hands occurred when I was a teenager, trying to collect enough to boil so I could wash my hair--after 2 weeks, I really couldn't put it off any more, and what we had in the house was "not for hair washing." Now, at least, Wal-mart and other places save some wear and tear on the hands. Not to mention that gym where I bought a 12 month membership back in July. This week I've thought it the best $100 I spent all year.

Tonight I will go home. A few days ago the last milk cow was sold, and the shoes were hocked, a virgin was sacrificed, and the rapacious entity that is NYSGE was appeased. Today, apparently, one of those wizards in whose affairs one should not meddle has been to the little house Ro and Yoshina built, and muttered some sort of incantation, and a staff glowed bright, and lo, there should be water. Maybe it's like fairies--you have to believe in it for it to exist.

Personally, I think that's a pretty inefficient way to run the universe, but, well, I'm just a cat in human clothing. What do I know.

*edited at 4:59 PM to add: Apparently the wizard replaced a ruptured 1" galvanized "T-joint." It's surprising what a little (1/2") gash in a piece of steel can do to the functionality of a system. Good to know. ;-)



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Feb. 17th, 2011 05:32 pm (UTC)
Just because I know that these sort of things
come in useful to know, there's a "shower in a can" available through various military surplus stores.

Not perfect, but at least it's a "shower."

Feb. 17th, 2011 05:51 pm (UTC)
=petting the Meirwen=

And thank you for the card - it was especially needed, in the house that sick built!
Feb. 17th, 2011 08:41 pm (UTC)
Next time, please call. I can sweat the odd pipe in place and have it work fine.
Feb. 17th, 2011 10:04 pm (UTC)
I'm totally confoozled -- where the heck do you live/are you visiting anyway?!?! -- but charmed nonetheless by your erudite and, well, charming was of bitching. We should all be so entertaining. :-)
Feb. 17th, 2011 10:11 pm (UTC)
Rural Central New York, specifically the northern Unadilla Valley. Home sweet home.
Feb. 17th, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC)
Ah. Well, no wonder then! ;-P

(and that was supposed to be "charming waY of bitching" but you knew that. Me, when I bitch, people groan. I should learn some new techniques!
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