Water Is A Necessity

One more resolution I want to add. I will never run to the phone again. No, I didn't run when I heard the phone ring and hurt myself or anything. I just had an epiphany while outside this morning and the phone rang. I didn't want to run. I wanted to finish pulling the last weed in my little patch. So, I did. Then I strolled to the phone and hit redial on the last number. I realized all along that I could miss a camper doing that. They could be already dialing my competitor and I would lose revenue. But, I still did not see the sense in running.

I have never seen myself run. But, I somehow know it wouldn't be pretty. Me running. Especially in flip-flops. I like to wear flip-flops. It defines summer, the sound of the rubber sole slapping my heel. But, flip-flops are not made for running. So, besides not being the most graceful of runners, I could hurt myself. And me without health insurance. Being without health insurance feels a little like gambling. Like I am teasing fate. If only I could age faster and have Medicare.

Okay, that was a sad lament. I picked all the peaches and shared a few. They are not nearly as sweet as they were last year, but they needed to be peeled and I came in from playing in the dirt to do just that. He Who electrifies the park has been baffled of late over some outages in certain parts of the park, so today he came home with some heavy equipment and dug up the power line. He located the problem and fixed it. Only took about four trips to the store.

In the meantime the well pump went berserk and kept turning on and off at a fast rate. Figuring he had surely hit the line with the excavator, I turned the pump off. I told him I did. I asked a couple of times about the water situation and he told me to be patient while he finished what he was doing.

Remember those peaches I peeled? Couldn't wash my hands. I felt like I had peach juice in my armpits. Okay, I exaggerate, it was only up to my elbows. One can only clean so much off with a wet wipe. I was afraid I would attract flies if I went outside, but after waiting for two hours, unable to do another thing inside, I went out and started pulling weeds in another garden plot.

So, now sticky and dirty, I hear a vehicle come in and round the corner to see a camper and He Who tows. The latter tells me he has a call and will finish up when he gets back. "But, wait, what about the water ......." he is walking away as he tells me I can turn it on long enough to wash my hands.

I check the campers in and call him back to explain that our campers just might want water. Then he tells me that he has already turned off the area with the break in the line and I can turn the water back on. Wonder just how long I was sticky when I could have been clean?

Now that I have washed my hands, I will launch another search for my camera charger. I can see it in my mind's eye, now if I could just remember where I am seeing it .......