When I got home from school yesterday, the house looked the same. It sat squatting in the semi-green grass. The front-door faced the corner woods. The house looked the same but it was gloriously different.
When I walked in, my first stop was the kitchen sink. I twisted the cold-water knob and just like that, water spluttered and then flowed from the faucet. Years ago after watching Water.org charity videos during Project for Awesome, I counted up the number of faucets in and around my house.
We have thirteen faucets. There is no walking, no hand pumping, no carrying, no lugging, no hooking bucket handles over the horns of oxen. Water runs--through the miracle of modern engineering-- into and out of our homes, schools, kitchens, baths, laundry rooms, garages--even onto some lawns. I am so thankful that I do not have to chase it.
Many thanks to D & E Pump Contractors for fixing the pump in less than twenty-four hours.