Feast and Famine
Well, what a day. I needed a shower, counted on a shower, looked forward to it, longed for it, even. So imagine my surprise when not only were we out of water this morning, but the pump, while seemingly not dead, actually will not pump, though primed.
Always on a Saturday, these things ...
So midday I thought I'd just brave it, go out and bathe in the creek. I walked out in my kimono, carrying my shampoo and soap in a pitcher. I stepped in ... and no, I don't think that's gonna happen. Did a couple of experimental squats. Stuck my head in.
No.
So back up to the house. (Minutes later a couple of teenagers whipped past on four-wheelers. I wonder where they were through all that...) I found an unopened gallon of distilled water in the cupboard. Poured 2/3 of it into the big stovetop teakettle, heated it up, poured it back into the gallon jug with the remaining unheated water, and scrubbed down in the shower stall. My first one-gallon shower in years. I can still do it. My hair looks great.
Got Brian on water-carrying detail. Jugs and bottles of creekwater stand all around. This guarantees dishes and showers and healthy plants for a while, and toilet flushes. I have enough drinking water in the storebought container I use in emergencies to make coffee and tea.
And bread--we made 22 cow cookies this morning, and now the sponge is rising for our biweekly four loaves of Tassajara whole wheat.
Won't be any plumbers around until Monday. Hope I can get the pump to pump before then. Meanwhile, these varmints are hungry, so I suppose I'd better rustle up some kibble.
Oh--and the music solution: India music. I can dance to it, and no way on earth can it stick in my head.
4:33:44 PM 
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