The Absence of Water

The Absence of Water

Saturday morning we woke up to no water. Like, no water. Not even a drip.

At first, I didn’t think much of it beyond a minor inconvenience, like when the electricity goes off. But soon the reality of the situation sank in (pun. ha!), and my entire day crumbled right before my eyes.

First, there was the issue of the toilet. We have a gas station up the road from us, which is nice, but also sorta a pain. Not to mention embarrassing. Then, once breakfast was eaten, we couldn’t do the dishes. Because we didn’t have water, we also didn’t make a huge breakfast. It was cereal and milk, so it didn’t seem like that big of a deal — more gross and cluttering-y than any real problem.

faucetBut what about brushing my teeth? Not gonna happen.

And forget about showering…which means I couldn’t work out. In summers I tend to work out in the mornings before it gets super hot. (Which, coincidently, is also the reason I don’t write much in summer…mornings are my writing time). Without water, I didn’t want to work out. I couldn’t go for a run or a walk either because the place I walk is rather dusty. By the end, my lower legs are coated in grime. Not only that, there would be no water to drink.

I couldn’t even garden because, again, the shower…or even the ability to wash my hands.

water glass

Of course we had bottled water, and I ended up drinking/using some of it, but when you don’t know when or if the water is going to come back on, you’re a little hesitant to go through your stash.

So what did I end up doing?

I napped. I laid around. I paced the house. I texted people. Eventually I decided if I couldn’t get dirty, I should use my time wisely. I sat down and worked on writing. Not my new book, unfortunately, but rather the business side of things.

Then around 4pm, I went inside and, forgetting, turned on the tap. And lo and behold! A trickle came out!

The situation reminded me all-too-eerily of the book “Thirst” by Benjamin Warner, in which all the world’s water suddenly disappears. Just like mine, but on a global scale. Warner delves into the strain such a disaster would put on a neighborhood, and in particular a young couple, who are forced to confront their past and question their own humanity. You can read my full review, and others like it, here.

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