Funny, it doesn’t bother me.
I can’t call disaster just yet, but what I know is this – the water pump quit on Wednesday. No running water. As I was taking a shower. (Mercifully, I didn’t have a head full of shampoo.) No warning, no funny sounds, just plain quit. Haven’t looked at it yet, so I can’t rule out an easy fix. Doubt it though. (I’m quickly learning that nothing around here is easy.) So, later today, I’ll open the hatch and climb in to see what I can see. Maybe a coupling came loose or something. Worst case scenario, replace the pump, which is pretty easy. Anyhow. I couldn’t check it yesterday, because I had to be out of the house at 7am, and got back at 10pm. What have we been doing to keep clean in the interim? Ah, that’s the entertaining part.
We commandeered one of the clean 45 gallon trash cans, and filled it with water outside the front door. We get out a few big pots, fill ’em up, and heat them on the stove(s) a la Laura Ingalls Wilder. Takes maybe ten minutes. Then we stand in the shower and dump hot water on ourselves. Toilet? We keep a jug of water on the counter and fill it up. Kitchen sink? Again, pot of hot water. And you know, I honestly don’t see much of a difference. Heating the water is not that big a deal. And, as I mentioned, it doesn’t bother me. In fact, I’m a little afraid that I might actually like it. I’m considering just letting it go until Spring and fixing it then.
Which, I suppose, makes me a weirdo.