I had already stepped into the shower, buck naked, before I realized that there was no hot water. I wasn't going to back out now, though. I cursed my way through a cold shower and got her done. That large bath towel never felt so good!
I checked everything I could. Yes, both pipes on the water heater were cold. No, there was no leak underneath. Flipped the circuit breaker a couple of times. Waved my magic wand. No hot water.
I have lived through week-long power outages during and following Northeast blizzards. No heat, no water (hot or cold), no music, no oven, no lights, no nothing. If you're lucky, you've got a fireplace, some booze, and a big snow drift to access for purposes of flushing the toilet. If you're really lucky, your neighbor has a generator and a very long extension cord to charge your phone. So comparatively, a lack of hot water is no big deal. I suspect it might get old pretty fast, though.
Yes, I am in the process of finding a plumber down here who won't rip me off. (Been there, done that.) But if there's another cold shower in the near future, I'll survive.
You don't miss your water till the well runs dry. How true! And it is humbling to think about those who are missing more than one of the bare necessities. No food. No water. No medical care. No heat. No shelter. No education. No love.
One of those things costs nothing to give. I hope that as we enter this holiday season, you give some love. And if you have been fortunate in your life, if you are comfortable, if you have more than you need, give something else to those who could use some help.
Yep, shower the people with love. It will warm you right up!
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
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