Water Woes

Shampoo, and soap in general, is a wonderful thing. It keeps (most) people clean and smelling nice. They are normally used in a shower or bath with water and a wash cloth or loofah.

I highly doubt this is news to anyone who reads blogs. It is hardly my intention to lecture anyone on hygiene and proper bathing techniques. That's not even the point, really.

The point is I have really shitty luck with showers.

Now the vast majority of the time I can make it through the morning ritual without aberration. But every so often the water lines need work, and when they do, we have to stay on our toes. Hesitantly opening the tap to rinse dishes, crossing our fingers when flushing the john... and taking really quick showers. All of this is during the window of time the crew is supposed to be working on the water. Usually it's something like between 10am and noon, or from noon to 2pm, what have you.

The notices usually go out a week or two before the anticipated work, which is very appreciated. Some sort of notice is better than no notice at all. Unfortunately that's what it boils down to anyway.

Not once, not twice, but three times I have been in the shower when I feel the water pressure slowly but steadily dying, which lets me know I had better hurry the hell up rinsing the shampoo out of my hair so I don't have to sit in a soapy grumpy mess which I wait for it to come back on. It is not at all pleasant to be covered in drying soapy film, either on my skin or in my hair. Icky icky icky.

Today it nearly happened again, but by accident. We have a new furnace being installed by a guy who I would personally not trust to hold my place line in the supermarket.

Not a minute after I stepped out of a quick shower this afternoon, my dad yelled down the hall asking how much soap I had in my hair. Turns out the dude cut a water line while he was installing the furnace. I narrowly avoided another sudsy episode.