Last week, the hot water tank that broke at Christmastime and was patched back together to prolong it's life, finally died. Thankfully it went with a whimper and not a gush. The pilot light went out and could not be re lit. That was it. So, at 8:00PM on a Wednesday night Richard struck out into the evening darkness to procure another heater. Our handyman came over the next day to install it, but something happened so it never turned on. The day after that a plumber was found who put everything to rights and hot water was restored to our house.
In total, I was without running water for 1/2 day and hot water for around a day and a half. I was all prepared to feel sorry for myself when my Twitter feed lit up with facts about World Water Day while the handyman and his son were in my basement doing whatever handymen do down there.
What did I have to feel sorry about? I knew the water was going to be turned off for a few hours so I filled my water jug, tea kettle and coffee maker up ahead of time. A sticky boy was easily cleaned up with baby wipes after lunch. The bigger kids and husband were all at school and work respectively where the water ran and toilets flushed. When the water came back on but was still cold, I was still able to do laundry in my washing machine. I heated up water to wash the dishes on my electric stove. Not once did I have to leave my house and travel many kilometers to find safe water, nor did I have to light a fire to heat it up.
I do believe I am rather spoiled in my safe, cozy home.