Kinda Like Camping

When we returned from Rome last week, our sweet Bella-sitter informed us that there had been no hot water for a few days. Aha. Broken pipes? Only ice water from the tap. I see. That was a week ago Monday, and I am pleased to report that today, Tuesday, we now have hot water again! This may seem like no big deal to you fancy-pants city folk, but try going without it for even just a couple of days. Un. Pleasant. Yu. Cky. You ever washed dirty dishes by hand in freezing water? Not nice. We broke out our big pots and started the whole constant-boiling thing, which took forever, but it did get the job done. Bathing was a pain, but I tried to remind myself that it was kind of like camping. Minus the beer and hot dogs and trees and fresh air and good smells and laughs around a campfire. So, yes, like camping, minus the fun and positive stuff.

Anyhow, it's back now. Tomorrow's bonnet-starching, butter-churning and rug-beating will be SO much more enjoyable.