Worlds, Water
So last week was supposed to be crucial repairs, but as those things do, it all got extended into this coming week, with extra added: the Thursday tank swap for the water softening system because of a slow leak proved on Friday afternoon (of course it was Friday afternoon) a disastrous severe leak.
A call to the company produced the sprightly "turn off your water and call on Monday. We're closed."
So this weekend we're doing without water, except in spurts. Timing things like brushing teeth, shower, making tea then scurrying back to turn the water back off I guess is good for reflecting on how much labor has historically gone into the fetching and hauling of water. So vital to us, so messy and heavy and sloppy. Not to mention in the past, impure.
I'm always thinking (trying not to worry) about infrastructure, so this water thing is another iteration of it.
Anent infrastructure, I always had an interest in such. I used to make complicated doll houses, drawers, beds, out of cardboard and tape (my dad was a stationery salesman so one thing we had lots of in our house was paper supplies, if scant on other things). When he took us to the beach, we were not permitted to go near the water, as he didn't want to watch us. Mom loathed the beach, so it was only a dad thing and he went for one purpose: to work on his tan.
I was fine with this, especially at low tide because I would make these complicated sand cities, stories about them of course running through my head.
Yesterday, after the lovely rain dried up and I was out walking the dog, I chanced across a complicated chalk drawing--going by the drawing skill, of a seven or eight year old--of a city, complete with freeways, shopping malls (the word MALL was scrawled below a huge drawing that I think was a shopping center with the roof off), stores, and houses. I thought, there's a kid who loves story around here somewhere.
This condominium complex has grassy areas with these walkways, so one often comes across chalk drawings. Most of them are random kid scrawls. Once I came across what was obviously a girl's work, probably nine or ten by the drawing skill, princesses with long trains and what looked like an attempt at horses. She'd left her chalk out, and as it was early in the morning, I let the dog sniff around while I added a flying unicorn to her chalk world, then went on my way. Of course I didn't know if it would be considered an invasion or a magical addition--I hoped for the latter. It would have seemed so for me, as a kid.
I went that route the next day, and it was still there.
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A call to the company produced the sprightly "turn off your water and call on Monday. We're closed."
So this weekend we're doing without water, except in spurts. Timing things like brushing teeth, shower, making tea then scurrying back to turn the water back off I guess is good for reflecting on how much labor has historically gone into the fetching and hauling of water. So vital to us, so messy and heavy and sloppy. Not to mention in the past, impure.
I'm always thinking (trying not to worry) about infrastructure, so this water thing is another iteration of it.
Anent infrastructure, I always had an interest in such. I used to make complicated doll houses, drawers, beds, out of cardboard and tape (my dad was a stationery salesman so one thing we had lots of in our house was paper supplies, if scant on other things). When he took us to the beach, we were not permitted to go near the water, as he didn't want to watch us. Mom loathed the beach, so it was only a dad thing and he went for one purpose: to work on his tan.
I was fine with this, especially at low tide because I would make these complicated sand cities, stories about them of course running through my head.
Yesterday, after the lovely rain dried up and I was out walking the dog, I chanced across a complicated chalk drawing--going by the drawing skill, of a seven or eight year old--of a city, complete with freeways, shopping malls (the word MALL was scrawled below a huge drawing that I think was a shopping center with the roof off), stores, and houses. I thought, there's a kid who loves story around here somewhere.
This condominium complex has grassy areas with these walkways, so one often comes across chalk drawings. Most of them are random kid scrawls. Once I came across what was obviously a girl's work, probably nine or ten by the drawing skill, princesses with long trains and what looked like an attempt at horses. She'd left her chalk out, and as it was early in the morning, I let the dog sniff around while I added a flying unicorn to her chalk world, then went on my way. Of course I didn't know if it would be considered an invasion or a magical addition--I hoped for the latter. It would have seemed so for me, as a kid.
I went that route the next day, and it was still there.
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