Is It Us?

“This year sucks!”

Those are the words I said to hubby last night. Not in a whining and rantfull* way, but as a statement of fact.

“Yup”  He was in complete agreement because, after all, he has lived through this year along with me.

For those of you who are gluttons for punishment read my blog  anditsstillsnowingregularly (thank you, thank you!) you might be familiar with this year’s saga’s so far. (My life is a long series of them.) It doesn’t matter if you don’t know about the cold that won’t die or being powerless for 4 days and 3 nights. This is a separate saga, simply adding itself to our already ridiculous year.

boilnotice

Hubby was out shoveling snow when a man came up and presented him with a notice. The man, who is from the local water company, explained that the town’s water tower had major damage and everyone in our subdivision would not have fresh water until it was repaired in two or three days.

The notice was one I never saw before. A “BOIL WATER NOTICE”. What did this mean? Well – before using our tap water we must boil it for an entire minute. Our water pressure was nearly zero and we were nervous about using ANY water, boiled or not, because we wanted to be able to flush toilets when necessary.

We warmed leftovers for dinner that did not require water. We brushed our teeth with bottled water we happened to have in the pantry. That was easy enough.

The next day …

Do we dump out yesterday morning’s water from the coffee maker? It was filled before the notice came. Could we trust yesterday’s water and have 1/2 cup of coffee, while we wait for newly boiled water to cool enough to refill said coffee maker?

No showers this morning. Had to boil water to wash my face. Do I use make up? My face would take more soap and water to clean later if I did. I put it on anyway, because I figure I could also wear it tomorrow with a little touch up and therefore save water.  I needed the pick-me-up!

So, we went to town for groceries and to pick up a 2 for one gallon of purified water at our local market, who was supposed to get reimbursed by the water company. However, el cheapo utility, pulled back the offer before the store even opened, telling them the water problem had been fixed and water was back on.

What they neglected to tell the store was that although we had water, it was still contaminated and you had to boil everything until they tested and gave the “OK”.

We checked the water company’s website and found out that the next day they were going to turn off our water from 10:00 am until 2:00 pm to make the final fixes. However, the BOIL WATER notice would remain in effect until all the mandatory testing was completed and all water was clean.

Then, we will be told how to flush out our household pipes until the water runs clear.

Eew.

♥ TTFN ♥

 

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* rantfull [r ant’ full] adj.  A situation that causes a person to be fed up and need to “rant and rave”.  From The Dictionary of Words That Should Be.

Science: Facts or Not?

SolarSystem I cleaned out (yet another) box from my parents house today. All of the crap stuff that sis and I brought home from school, K-6, appeared to be in there. Pretty boring, until I found a school project that I put together in 5th Grade. It was 1969 and the US Space Program was deep into the Apollo missions. My teacher thought we could learn something about what was going on and making history in our lifetime.

So, along with reading, writing and math, we studied Space. Miss Curtis had us keep notebooks to keep track of the different Apollo missions: The launch date, their mission, which astronauts were assigned, etc.,

The sort of information that NASA now classifies.

Creating classified documents was merely a fraction of Miss Curtis’s 5th grade classwork. We had space terminology to learn and study for spelling tests on that terminology. We had to keep an alphabetical index of all the words, their pronunciation, as well as definition. I didn’t really remember keeping the notebook, but I do remember sitting in front of the TV, watching Saturn V launches. Anxiously watching the clock at NASA when the astronauts were out of radio contact. We didn’t know we were holding our breath, until we heard a crackling “Houston this is Apollo, do you read?”

I was reading this notebook and I made a thrilling discovery. There it was, all this time, sitting in a dusty box in the garage. I can prove the truth about Pluto! According to the definition  “planet”, along with diagrams of Earth’s Sun and the planets that orbit it – Pluto IS a Planet.  SO, all you erudite scientists – stop saying it isn’t!  Are you calling Miss Curtis a liar!?

Children learn scientific “facts” in school. You can’t come forth decades later and declare a “fact do-over”. It isn’t right to decide Pluto is not worthy of being a planet. You can’t just rip him out of our solar system. We love Pluto.

I feel like I wasted those years in grade-school, learning temporary facts.

Oh, and while we are on the subject of temporary facts…
IT’S A BRONTOSAURUS, DAMMIT!!

TTFN,
Jodi