I’m grateful that I’m so happy right now, considering that we have no running water downstairs. I can do without the washing machine and even the toilet, but a kitchen sink without water is hardly a sink at all.
When the pipes froze a week ago we carted the dishes up the back stairs and washed them in the upstairs bathroom sink. Remember, this is an old house, which means steep stairs and a tiny sink.
Three days ago, when the hot water pipe froze up there, a better solution presented itself. Now we bring the water down those steep steps in a big pot and heat it on the stove. A another bowl holds clean water for rinsing. We throw the dirty water out the door, just like in the olden days.
We’re trying to keep it as simple as we can, but I do long for complicated modern plumbing. I like to think that our relaxed attitude comes from practicing peaceful solitude. It is silent out there, except for the ferocious wind that I can see but not hear.