My children had an “A-B-C” book that I thought was largely uninspired except for the illustration at the letter H which read: “Hector waits for hotter water.” The illustration showed the animal character (Hector) testing icy water in an old-fashioned bathtub with his big toe. The first time through the book, this funny illustration was such a surprise that the kids and I laughed till we cried.
Time glides on and we take forgranted our blessings, among them instant – or nearly instant – hot water flowing through the faucet to our sinks and tubs. Grandma Ina never had the luxury, and while my world always had hot running water, I do remember that it used to fail right regularly when I was a child. Mother would fill her big canning kettle with water and heat it on the stove for our washing and bathing. Sometimes she poured hot water into the tub for my bath. Sometimes she declared that I would have only a “sponge bath.” Eventually the hot water tank was upgraded and problems rarely occurred.
I thought of these things Wednesday night as I prepared my sponge bath. We realized in the morning that we had no hot water. Mike always warms his hands in hot tap water before putting on his gloves for the ride to work, so when the water refused to be more than tepid, we knew there was a problem. We assumed the pilot light had blown out during a windstorm in the night – and indeed that might have happened, but Mike was not successful in efforts to re-light. A service call would have to happen, so we moved a chest of drawers out of the closet where the hot water tank is located in order to give the man space to work. The serviceman came, lit the pilot light, and ordered a replacement part. We’ve had to re-light the pilot several times, so I’m looking forward to completion of this work – and getting the chest back into the closet.
Mmmmm! Nothing like not having hot water to make you appreciate it. A nice hot shower is such luxury!
And speaking of bath time, I strongly suggested yesterday afternoon that Nellie should have a bath, so Mike complied. That meant the cover of her nice big pillow had to be laundered, so Mike brought one of her old pillows into the house for the duration. Last night Nellie was restless and finally disappeared. I found her in the laundry room, lying on her big fluffy pillow. You can see the cover in the machine. It isn't just my imagination -- she truly prefers that big pillow. KW