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11 Jul

We are currently in a level 1 drought.  If we don’t get significant rainfall in the next 24 hours, it will be a level 2 drought.  This is pretty significant for our area, since there are many farms which rely on the rain to water their crops.  Some lucky ones have permits to take irrigation water from nearby lakes, but not all.  And, not us.  Not to say that our little garden is on the same scale, but, you know…

What does happen though, is that our teeny tiny 10 foot, dug well can’t keep up with our water needs, and that’s when Bruce gets creative.

Some things Bruce has suggested to conserve water:

  • No showers.

Ok, he’ll allow showers, but only 2 minute ones.  And you have to turn off the water while you lather.  And it is preferable to have a second person in the shower with you, so one can rinse while the other lathers… so as not to waste water!

  • All water run from the tap, if not being used, should be collected in receptacles from which we can water plants and dogs.
  • Since the rain barrels are now depleted, he and my brother-in-law have headed to the river to collect stream water to keep our garden alive.  Apparently it’s legal to take water from a lake if you keep it under 50 000 L.  I’ll take his word for it.
  • No laundry- all clothes are to be worn until soiled.
  • Dishwasher once a day max… our Hydro bill is going to be awesome!
  • The old adage “When it’s yellow, let it mellow; when it’s brown, flush it down” is in full effect.  If you don’t know what that means, Google it.

And finally, in an effort to conserve as much water as possible, he’s decreed that he and Eric will do their part by switching to drinking beer.

Bronwyn, in the spirit of the moment, came up with her own solution.  After finishing her ice-cream sandwich, she held out her hands to the dogs to lick clean.  She then dried them on a towel and proudly announced that her hands were clean, and she didn’t even use any water!



Never going to be invited back…

17 Mar

We arrived at Nicole‘s mid-afternoon yesterday, and between hauling the kids to the park, forcing them into the bathtub, and coercing them to sleep (sense a pattern?), there wasn’t a moment to jump in the shower.  So this morning, it was first on my list of priorities.  Nicole graciously allowed me to go first (guest and all) and Josselyn and I wasted no time getting into the shower (in case she changed her mind).

Hair washed?  Check.  Hair conditioned?  Check.  Josselyn soaped?  Check.  Face washed?  Just let me adjust the nozzle…

That’s when I found myself staring stupidly at the shower head in my hand, while streams of hot water sprayed erratically around the bathtub, soaking the toilet, vanity and floor.  I came to my senses and turned off the water.

When I was younger, I would sometimes sleep over at my cousin, Derek’s house.  I loved hanging out with this cousin, and my Aunt Linda was one of my favourite people when I was a child (still is, still is…!).  I remember staying there one weekend and needing a shower.  I was still at an age where I was transitioning from having baths to showers, and when the choice was offered, I boldly declared that I would prefer a shower.  Aunt Linda got everything ready, setting up the temperature, pulling out a towel, and showing me where the shampoo was kept.  I was ready.

And then…

The shower curtain fell down.

It was a nightmare.  I was alone, and naked, and in a strange place.  The door was locked, and I needed to get out of the shower to unlock the door to allow in my rescuers, screaming at them to NOT.COME.IN until I was safely back in the shower, with the shower curtain wrapped around me… and the water still on… and…       you get the picture…

Fast forward 20 plus years…

As I stared at the broken shower, I resisted the urge to call for help (I should be able to handle this, you know?!).  In the end, I unhooked the hose and used it to rinse off me and Joss, then I calmly stepped out of the shower and explained why we were all going to have to go to Canadian Tire, and why Nicole would have to go with dirty hair.