When I woke this morning in the wee hours (as I am prone to do here, since it gets dark so early), I sat peacefully up in bed, thinking this day would be as normal as the last.
The first thing I did was write down what I could remember of the dream I’d just woken from (a normal activity for me) – and here it is, preserved in all it’s integrity: “A world with no sentimental value – only practical. Teachers asked not to be personal. All wear blue.” My 5 a.m. brain must have reasoned that those few phrases would be enough to recall the dream in its entirety. I am sad (though perhaps I should be happy) to say they did not.
Eventually I mustered the strength to actually get out of bed and take a shower – and that’s where the real trouble began. Showers here are tricky business sometimes. Since our hot water tanks are heated by the sun (our roofs are home to several solar panels), a lukewarm – often cold – shower always follows an overcast day. Quite prepared for that, I stood back from the faucet and turned the hot water on full.
Not a drop.
A bit puzzled, I tried the cold water nozzle. Nor any drop to drink.
After which, a man in a towel (that was me) paced around the house turning on the hot and cold faucet of every shower and sink in sight.
“And why, pray tell,” I said to myself in a Cornish accent (as if I knew what that even was), “would water come out of all the sinks, but none of the showers?”
It was strange indeed. Cold water was abundant, and even a bit of hot water came out of the sinks at the combined rate of about a gallon every ten minutes (though I will have you know that I didn’t actually stand there with a milk jug, measuring).
So I took the question to my 9th graders, who I’m sorry to say were of no help at all.
They: “Maybe you should switch to Tank water.”
Me: “It’s already on Tank water.”
They: “Huh. Maybe the tank is empty.”
Me: “It rained like mad yesters.”
They: “O yeah, that’s right. Maybe you’re out of hot water.”
Me: “But the cold didn’t work in the shower either.”
Me: “If I were back home, I’d say the water froze in the pipes, but it’s not that cold here.”
They: “It might be underground.”
Me: “But the water worked in the sinks.”
They: “Oh, right. Just go to your neighbor’s house and take a shower there.”
Me: “For the next two years?”
They: “Well… Just use a bucket.”
When I got home from school, the water was working just fine.
Why? I haven’t the slightest.