I have been a proper little domestic goddess today. Washed the morning dishes in fresh rain water. Had to, you see. The well went dry.
We enjoyed cleaning the house but took it a little too far. Joyfully, even gleefully, we filled the tub time after time to soak and clean the blinds. They were the last dirty holdout on our spring cleaning list. And a good thing too, because getting them clean used up every last bit of water left in our well.
We knew things were dry, but you have to understand, we used to live in the city. In the city, when you turn on the tap, water comes out. Every time.
The last two days have been waterless. Luckily we still had a Y2K supply of water sitting around, just waiting. Stale, but perfectly acceptable for dishes and flushing toilets. We were on our last jug this morning, when the rain started. Along the eaves, where the roof water runs off, I have a series of pots and pans, all collecting cold, fresh rain water.
And that is how I came to be washing the morning dishes in fresh rain water.
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