Today is officially day number three without hot water. Now I am not boasting or trying to prattle for any attention. I just figure that subconsciously, or for better psychological health I may as well spout about this a bit. Beyond that I am sure that we I look back on this collection of sayings in about a hundred years’ time I will have a good rattle about it -and then go back to doing whatever I’ll be doing in a hundred years’ time.
Right. Well, I told you that some warm bodies at the office had a good comment and investigation about my situation. A kind neighbour had a look and helped me with the advice from the office to ‘clear the snow’ from the intake vent outside. But lo, after returning home post dinner invitation out last night -no snow on/in the intake. The boiler? Well its just a button and a knob that you twist to increase the searing heat potential of boiler-to-water. I was promised a phone call today -to my lawyer. Haha. To a service tech who will no doubt, assuming I am home, have a nice look and stare at what may be causing the problem.
Have you seen the film, The Next Three Days? Russell Crowe, in the film, is trying to orchestrate the ‘getting free’ of his wife from jail or something of the like. I wanted to watch it but haven’t come to yet. Maybe tonight..
Anyways if someone would have asked me on the weekend if I would be ready for the next three days -without hot water- assuming I didn’t have work to up and ready for each morning I am sure I would have had a laugh and made due. Russell Crowe? I am sure he would have drop kicked or pistol whipped the boiler situation into submission.
These days, I tell myself living with cold water only is a little like camping..
This morning I switched up the sponge bathing method. Now instead of bathing like I may bathe if I lived in a care home, bless their souls, I cracked open the shower door, not broke-cracked but just left it open, safely positioned a heater away from any source of water and heater blasting upon me, took a healthy sized kettle full of hot water from stove top and froze my way to bathing bliss while chattering teeth and trying to laugh at myself the whole time.
The result? Well, after excusing myself from the lathering with cold water, I promptly changed, slapped an adhesive heat pad to my torso and got to brewing up breakfast. Survived day three.
However tonight I may just say, no thanks, to taiko practice and instead board the bus for the town onsen in hopes of washing and scrubbing up right. When you have no hot water you go to the source, right? You would agree it be a good idea wouldn’t you?
Thanks.
Now that I have your approval to do so, I may just go on with it and soak in hot water from somewhere abut the earth’s upper/lower mantle, etc. Again, you get my drip and drift. Assuming the boiler technician doesn’t come at a holy hour after work and instead of hot-water soaking I have to be present while he fixes the thing..
And this weekend I have a hot date to out and visit a home store and buy things like insulation covers for windows and sills. If I can convince my ride we may just be able to visit an electronics shop so I can pick up a new copy of a game that is hot-ready for release here in Japan. Should make for a good weekend, wouldn’t one agree?
Again, three months without internet at home was do-able, this no hot water/no boiler should be a slice. Here’s a smile at the day -let’s go get ’em!
And you, too.
Have a slice of a day!
Oh, sorry. And the bed of nails, you ask? Well, what would it feel like if you didn’t have hot water for three days and counting? Did I mention that it’s still winter outside? Hot cocoa for all !
ciao
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