When Miss M and I left the farm at about 11am the water was back on. Sure, the pressure wasn’t up to snuff, but that’s to be expected.

When we returned we still had water, of a certain sort.

Boiled water for washing dishes and such

When I inquired about the water situation at about 4:45pm– ours was looking a little brownish– the nice lady at the Small Town Mississippi City Offices asked where I lived. Sure enough, this part of the county is under a Boiled Water Advisory.

Now, wouldn’t you know that last week I proclaimed we needed to use some of our bottled water before it got stale. (It does that, you know.) So we have all been diligently using bottled water to make coffee and to boil pasta and whatnot. 

Not to worry. We’ve got plenty. And Miss M is going to go visit Daughter C in Starkvegas tomorrow– Miss M prefers to wash her hair in clear water– so she can pick up some more gallons after she does the one load of laundry Mr. Big Food asked me to do in his absence. (That’s okay, isn’t it, C?)

You can never have too many gallons of water on hand. 

The nice lady at the City Offices told me the boiled water advisory should be lifted by Wednesday. That’s good, because Kat & Tony arrive Thursday and they like water. 

Meanwhile… . Did I mention that Nigel’s house burnt to the ground about a week ago? 

 
Nigel is a very nice young man who works at the Piglet. He and his family are okay, except for the fact that his house burnt to the ground. They’re moving into Mr. Ray’s trailer mobile home until they can rebuild. Or as Nigel said when I spoke to him the other day, until he can “put a right nice trailer on the property.”

In the front of the Piglet is a table with a bucket of sorts where you drop your ticket for the weekly grocery giveaway (it’s up to $450!). Right next to the bucket is a jar for donations for Nigel.

If you’d like to help Nigel put his life back together, you can drop something in the jar next time you’re in the Piglet. I did. And I will again. Because, you know, not having water is one thing. Not having anything is something else entirely.