Last Sunday...
On Sunday morning I woke up to the grunting sounds of Sam. In an effort to ignore him, I kept my eyes closed until he whimpered. When I finally committed to opening my eyes, I saw an image similar to this:
"Ugh, go away, Sam!" I said, clearly aggravated. He didn't go away and he didn't stop whimpering.
"Fine!" I said, exasperated, and threw the covers off. I let Sam outside, and then went to the bathroom. As I flushed the toilet, I thought it sounded funny, but I just thought it was probably about as tired as I was. After all, it was still dark outside.
I let Sam back in, and promptly went back to bed. He must have been disgruntled that I didn't stay awake because he rested his head next to my pillow and started whimpering again. "Ugh, Sam! Shut UP! This is the only day I can sleep in, so either lay down or get lost!" Then I rolled over onto my back. What seemed like 30 seconds later, with no warning, something landed heavily on my stomach. "OUCH!!!" I yelped. It was Guinness. Casey looked at me, sleepily, and rolled over. Must be nice to sleep through all of that commotion so easily. Guinness curled up next to me as he always does at night, and I started to drift back to sleep. Sam, once again, put his head about three inches from my face and sighed heavily, blowing snot all over my face. "UGH! FINE!!! I am up!" Casey got up, too, and went to the kitchen to get some water. He turned the faucet on, and there was nothing. Just a dribble...if that. "What's up with the water?" he asked.
"I don't know, what is going on?" I asked. (Am I supposed to know everything this early in the morning?)
"We don't have any," he replied.
"Oh. I thought the toilet sounded funny this morning..." I said. I found our latest bill and called the city utilities department. No answer. No emergency number, either. Lovely. "Did they turn our water off for some reason?" I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe they got us mixed up with another customer? I don't know. It was early. I don't always form coherent thoughts early in the morning...
"Our bill is current and they don't turn water off on a Sunday or in our case in the middle of Saturday night."
Good point.
Casey was looking out our South window, along with Guinness, right beside him, and said, "Well, there is a man walking around outside in our pasture. I'm guessing he is looking at the water line..."
"Oh," I said. "Do you suppose we will have water today, then?"
"Hopefully," he answered.
As it turned out, there are only 10 houses on our particular water line (welcome to rural Iowa, I guess, right?) so they didn't get around to fixing the water line until Monday morning.
So, what do you do when you have no water to do laundry or cleaning? That's right, you go to your parents house. Casey spent the afternoon with my dad, and my mom and I went out for drinks and a pedicure. It was glorious!
My dad taught Casey how to build a fire using a bow drill. He makes it look effortless, but it is not.
Even though we didn't have water, it turned out to be a really nice day. We ate some cheese (amazing cheese), and had some homemade beer with my parents. Later, I even discovered that I had indeed remembered to turn the slow cooker on earlier that day, so we were able to eat our pork roast! All in all, it was a fabulous day!
"Ugh, go away, Sam!" I said, clearly aggravated. He didn't go away and he didn't stop whimpering.
"Fine!" I said, exasperated, and threw the covers off. I let Sam outside, and then went to the bathroom. As I flushed the toilet, I thought it sounded funny, but I just thought it was probably about as tired as I was. After all, it was still dark outside.
I let Sam back in, and promptly went back to bed. He must have been disgruntled that I didn't stay awake because he rested his head next to my pillow and started whimpering again. "Ugh, Sam! Shut UP! This is the only day I can sleep in, so either lay down or get lost!" Then I rolled over onto my back. What seemed like 30 seconds later, with no warning, something landed heavily on my stomach. "OUCH!!!" I yelped. It was Guinness. Casey looked at me, sleepily, and rolled over. Must be nice to sleep through all of that commotion so easily. Guinness curled up next to me as he always does at night, and I started to drift back to sleep. Sam, once again, put his head about three inches from my face and sighed heavily, blowing snot all over my face. "UGH! FINE!!! I am up!" Casey got up, too, and went to the kitchen to get some water. He turned the faucet on, and there was nothing. Just a dribble...if that. "What's up with the water?" he asked.
"I don't know, what is going on?" I asked. (Am I supposed to know everything this early in the morning?)
"We don't have any," he replied.
"Oh. I thought the toilet sounded funny this morning..." I said. I found our latest bill and called the city utilities department. No answer. No emergency number, either. Lovely. "Did they turn our water off for some reason?" I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe they got us mixed up with another customer? I don't know. It was early. I don't always form coherent thoughts early in the morning...
"Our bill is current and they don't turn water off on a Sunday or in our case in the middle of Saturday night."
Good point.
Casey was looking out our South window, along with Guinness, right beside him, and said, "Well, there is a man walking around outside in our pasture. I'm guessing he is looking at the water line..."
"Oh," I said. "Do you suppose we will have water today, then?"
"Hopefully," he answered.
As it turned out, there are only 10 houses on our particular water line (welcome to rural Iowa, I guess, right?) so they didn't get around to fixing the water line until Monday morning.
So, what do you do when you have no water to do laundry or cleaning? That's right, you go to your parents house. Casey spent the afternoon with my dad, and my mom and I went out for drinks and a pedicure. It was glorious!
My dad taught Casey how to build a fire using a bow drill. He makes it look effortless, but it is not.
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| They had gone out and gathered materials earlier in the day to make the bow and the drill. |
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| How hard can it be rubbing two sticks together to get a fire? Way harder than you may think... |
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| Once he had the coal, he surrounded it witha bundle of tinder, and blew on it to ignite the flame. |
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And it took off! It starts off small, as
most things usually do, and grew into a big,beautiful fire. He was so happy, and so was my dad. |
Even though we didn't have water, it turned out to be a really nice day. We ate some cheese (amazing cheese), and had some homemade beer with my parents. Later, I even discovered that I had indeed remembered to turn the slow cooker on earlier that day, so we were able to eat our pork roast! All in all, it was a fabulous day!
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