Water We Thinking?

*Disclaimer:  This might not be especially clever or entertaining.  At the time, I thought it was but as I started to write it out I wondered if I would be the only one who would find it interesting.  This is very possibly true but by then I was in too deep- and too lazy- to change it.  If it's not your cup of tea- or glass of water, as it were- stay tuned for better posts.


I would not do well on a desert island. And not just because I hate bugs and snakes and things covered in slime.  

I don't seem to do well with deprivation.  I once tried to see how long I could go without talking-  I lasted about three hours.  I did go for a long time without watching television, which was my own version of 127 Hours, except in my version I wanted to cut my own arm off out of boredom.

I also love to sit.  God, how I love to sit.  On anything soft and squishy- be it stuffed with coils, feathers, water, air or millions of tiny little balls- and made out of leather, suede or some sort of polyurethane-vinyl that's meant to resemble animal hide.  I just love to have my body supported by something softer and sturdier than my own legs.

But perhaps what I love more than that is a fresh glass of cool water from our refrigerator- a luxury we have been without since our fridge broke almost a week ago.  

Which brings me back to that desert island analogy.

You know how whenever they show people stranded on a desert island, the first thing they do as a group is ration their food and water supply?  Each person is given their portion and that's it.  I would not do well in this situation, I fear.

When I am without something, especially something I have taken for granted, I tend to get crazy until I have it again.  And then once I do, I go overboard.  Such is the case with our water "shortage".

We've been reduced to buying bottles of water because of our constant use, and even with refilling each as often as possible, we are still putting a lot in the recycling bin.  It's expensive and wasteful- two things I really hate.  So you'd think I'd make each bottle last as long as possible, savoring each cool sip.

Not so much.

I crack the seal of a fresh bottle of water and when I should be taking careful sips, I slurp it down like I've been trapped on that island sucking on rainwater from banana leaves.   

And the funny thing is, back when the fridge was functioning, I barely drank water.  I would have a glass with dinner and then keep a glass by my bed just in case I started coughing in the middle of the night, but most nights it would sit there, collecting dust particles on the water's surface.

But now, it's precious.  Imagine that?  Water is precious.

Of course, I'm an idiot.  Why haven't we just gone out to purchase a Brita or PUR water filter by now?  

First of all, how dare you call me an idiot!  

Second of all, you make a good point.  

We figured someone from a repair shop would've called us back by now, but since that doesn't seem to be happening any time soon, we'll probably have to bite the bullet and buy one soon.  I'm getting disgusted with how many bottles of water we keep going through. 

I also hate myself for describing such a "first world" kind of problem.  But as I said, this blog is about my truth.  And right now, my truth is thirsty for cool, recirculated refrigerator water.  And I'm going crazy without it.

So you might not want to invite me on that 3-hour tour.  I might end up eating and drinking both rations and then get lost searching for a dead wild pig to sleep on.