Don’t ya just love the minty, clean feeling of freshly-brushed teeth?
It’s just so refreshing.
To me, it’s pretty much the perfect way to start and end each day.
On Saturday night, however, after I finished spitting a mouthful of toothpaste down the drain, the clean-mouth feeling just didn’t seem to be quite as magical as usual…
Call me crazy, but I was actually more excited by the fact that, when rinsing my toothbrush, I could turn the knob on the bathroom faucet and water actually came out! Imagine that — RUNNING WATER!
Heck, I think I might’ve even heard some angels singing the Hallelujah Chorus (from Handel’s Messiah) as I watched that beautiful, fresh, clean water pouring out of the tap.
I’m a firm believer in enjoying the simple things in life — and when you’ve been without running water for 5+ days, a working faucet definitely ranks among the very top of simple pleasures!
So do flushing toilets.
And hot showers.
Plus, it just feels nice when all your hard work finally pays off, doesn’t it?
(Especially when that hard work involves spending hours scrunched up at the bottom of a freezing cold well, wiring up a new pump and glueing together PVC pipe).
I guess what I’m really trying to say here is that I’m feeling very grateful right now.
I’m grateful for modern conveniences, grateful for running water, and especially grateful for a dad who’s willing to give up part of his Saturday afternoon to help me fix our plumbing.
I may be 30 years old, but I still love fixing stuff with my dad. I don’t think I’ll ever outgrow that.
And I have to say, the hot Philly cheesesteak sandwiches from Woodward’s Country Store were kind of a nice touch too. I don’t think I’ll ever outgrow those, either… 😉
All in all, it was the perfect ending to a crazy week.
When things finally started to wind down on Saturday night, and I was enjoying the first shower I’d had since Tuesday morning, I couldn’t help but think about this little ditty from good old Bilbo Baggins:
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
that washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of the falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
I tell ya, running water really is a glorious thing!