Water on demand
Watched a lot of Westerns, back in the day. There wasn’t much else in the lineup, given my age and the limitation of a single channel neighbourhood. Yes, the saddles and the six-shooters were cool, but high on my lust list was the canteen. Imagine carrying drinking water around all the time. No, I didn’t understand about taste or ambient temperature.
Things have evolved. Not only is the outside pump just a memory (we have indoor taps located strategically through our living space AND outside), but the new land yacht has a series of holding tanks. Which brings us back to the topic of “potable water”.
Added to my list of responsibilities around here is assuring that we don’t poison ourselves… which is why I added a potion made from the juice of the Javex berry, into the water tank, filled things to overflow levels and then got the suitcase of manuals out to discover where the water pump switch was hidden.
Then, employing the oh-so-scientific sniff test, I ran water from the various faucets, until the odour of an out-of-control laundromat proved that circulation was in order. Odour equals order.
And now I wait. Apparently four hours will suffice to kill all nasty critters. Then, we’ll fill the grey water tank from the fresh water tank before flushing the whole solution elsewhere. In one afternoon, I’ve become the resident water expert. Can’t wait to receive my “suitable for framing” certificate.
And for the record, we still use canteens. The name has evolved. It’s now a “personal hydration container”.
