Water Woes

Sunday dawned a beautiful, albeit chilly, day. I decided to move a couple plants outside to take advantage of the sunshine. As I moved them, I realized they probably would like a drink of water. All my outdoor faucets are winterized, and while it takes no time at all to pop the cover off, I didn't want to deal with reattaching the hose, and then reversing the process.  Luckily, I have a watering can that sits under the edge of the eaves and catches rainwater runoff. It was filled to the brim thanks to four days of duck weather.

Each time I pick up that watering can I remember "you get what you pay for."  You see,  it was a cheap can. The handle is hollow on the underside causing it to bite into my hand each and every time I use it. I really dislike that can, but I'm too tight with my money to buy a new, more expensive, watering can when this hand-biting bucket is perfectly capable of preforming the job.

I've considered wrapping tape around the handle to close the gap. I've also considered stuffing the gap with part of a pool noodle or other foam product.  Or recycled packing material, or even a rag. I know I have something that will work. Although I develop back-up plans for back-up plans at work, I never get past the planning stage of fixing that watering can.  But that's a whole different blog post.

Anyway, I bent over and reached for that awful can and, because Murphy loves me--or rather, because I failed to fully plan or consider the consequences, as I picked up the full bucket, my wallet, hanging on the chain around my neck, with all my cash, credit cards, gift cards, business cards, single emergency check. TDL, and voters registration card fell in the full bucket of rain water and got soaked.

There is always a silver lining: thankfully, this mishap did not occur in a dirty bathroom.

It also forced me to declutter my wallet.  And now all my cards are squeeky clean. And only my signature on my voters registration card smeared. Even the other paper products dried quickly, and since they were spread out over every horizontal surface in close proximity nothing stuck together. Really, when I stop to think about it, I have no water woes to write about.

Except the water mishaps continued--just a little.

During lunch, ice flew out of my glass when I added splenda to my tea. Not a big mishap.  Just a small peice of ice. The resultant melt was easily contained with a paper napkin. Which ensured my ability to wipe down part of the table where I laid my cteadit card. Everything else remained at home. Drying.

While my next water woe was not technically mine, I'm including it in the list. Partially because it occurred within my personal space. But more importantly, I needed a  third woe.

Not to be outdone, my water clutziness rubbed of on our waiteress, who dripped tea on the floor when she attempted to refill the glass.

Okay, so it did not really occur in my personal space.   It was my lunch partners tea, and the spill was within my six-foot physically distanced perimeter.  So I'm counting it.

While brain storming titles for this blog post, I googled water. I know: how lame.  But I learned I've been drinking water wrong. Everything from the type of water, to the amount of water, to the way water should be drunk. I've been doing it wrong my entire life. Don't get all smug--according to the articles, everyone--including you--has been drinking water wrong.  

Good thing I changed my drink of choice to Diet Dr Pepper. 

I used to de-stress by reading while taking a nice long soak in a warm bubble bath. I'd love to partake of that wonderful ritual right now with an icy DDP.

But I'm afraid the water woes might get real and cause me unreparible bodily harm.  So I'll stay dry and  de-stress with just the cold DDP instead. At least I hope to stay dry--while spilling even a drop of my DDP would  not be a true water woe, it would constitute a hydration hazzard for this "pepper."