To quote what I’m sure was one of Amanda’s favorite hair bands of the 90’s, “you don’t know what you got till it’s gone”. For me, the “it” being “hot water”.
I always thought I could live like a settler: rustic cabin, raising sheep and chickens, making cheese, churning butter. I could do that. No electricity? Sure! Even using an outhouse, I could live with that. That was until last Thursday when we ran out of oil.
We’ve been waiting for the tank to get low so we could make a few repairs to a valve that wasn’t working correctly and since we heat the house with wood, we only use the oil to heat the hot water. It takes us about a year to go through a tank of oil (we’re lucky, I know). So Thursday night, low became empty and there went the last of our hot water.
Being the unfussy settler woman that I am, I thought, “No problem. I like a cool shower.” HA! Cool doesn’t even begin to describe the water that comes from our well. Despite the heat we’ve been suffering in Connecticut the past several days, the 40-degree showers we’ve had to take were a wee bit cold for my taste. For the past few days I’ve listened to Luke suffering through a cold shower with many “woo!” and “aaaah!” noises while I heated my own bath water on the stove.
Because of the weekend and the insane cost of oil, we weren’t able to schedule a delivery until today and I was never so happy to see that oil truck coming up the driveway this morning. He’s lucky I didn’t run up and hug him. I’m so looking forward to going home tonight and taking a proper hot shower. I will never take it for granted AGAIN!
Tease yor hair up and sing it with me everyone: “you don’t know what you got, till it’s gone…”