Our landlord called tonight to let us know we can’t use the water until 3PM tomorrow afternoon. There are sewage problems in the downstairs unit.
My GOD.
It’s like breathing. Taken for granted until you can’t take advantage of it anymore. Or blinking. If you knew how often you needed to do it, you’d become disillusioned by your own poor design.
Not to mention tiring circumstances.
The more pressing problems – no showers, no toilet – will really press in time. For now, I’m not that dirty (ripening but still not ripe!) and if I have to, I can hold off using the toilet for for-EVER. All things being equal.
No Big Gulps tonight! No million cups of tea! No prune ‘n rhubarb pie!
No. The immediate problem is dinner.
What to do?
**STRATEGY**
Nothing that requires washing. Self-contained food only. What does that leave us?
Together at last?
Huh.
**LOWERED EXPECTATIONS**
Right…
If I combine the above with, like, spices, mix with soy sauce, white vinegar and raw ramen packs, does that count as a food?
You know, please?
**DESPERATION**
Is it really necessary to wash everything before you prepare it for eats? What’s the danger here regarding germs and sickness, really? I mean, OK. So, I licked a bare foot once.
The question is: whose foot?
How far removed from that is this?
***SOLUTION***
Stephen (imploring): Cindy…Cindy would you like to order a pizza?
Cindy (meek, exasperated, murderous): Yes. Yes…OK.
Stephen (cautiously buoyed): O-kay. Just…come out of the corner. Back into the light.
From deprivation to salvation! I live to fight another day.
And now…I have to pee.
besidealife 