This week the local water
system sprung a leak. It was raining so steadily that it took five days to find
and fix the leak, and we were on water hours for those five days. We who are
used to potable water from the tap on demand find that having the water shut
off is stressful.
This is what is called a
“first world problem.”
Now, my kitchen faucet
has been dripping for months and I knew it would only get worse. It finally
reached the point of not turning off at all, no matter how I tweaked the
handle. So I got under the kitchen sink and turned off the water there. Voila,
no more leak. When I needed water, I walked to the bathroom, filled a
container, and carried it back to the kitchen. When the water was on.
Then my car’s seat belt got
stuck tight. Turned out that little threads that had frayed on one edge of the
belt got caught in the works, so not a hard fix. The car is in its eighteenth
year of service and still runs great, so I can’t complain, even if it is held
together with duct tape and has several battle scars, mostly because Fiberglas
tends to explode when subjected to the least pressure, such as backing into the
bumper of a Rover Discovery in a parking lot. Ahem.
Back to water issues. As
I put some soup on the stove one night, a stream of water came trickling from
the cabinet above the stove.
A quick look showed that
the cabinet was flooded, and there was a leak in the flashing around the range
hood’s stack. I emptied the cabinet and threw some towels up there to soak up
water. Add that to the fix-it list.
The romance of home
ownership wore off years ago. I live in fear that the hot water heater is going
to conk out, or some other crisis will come up which will require the swift
application of big money for parts and labor. That’s home ownership:
maintenance and upkeep.
Cars need that, too. There
used to be more romance to automobile maintenance and upkeep. When I was a
young sprat I could jack up my ’58 Chevy and change the oil, and I knew how to
get the linkage loose when it locked up.
Now, I open the hood of
my Honda, and if I have an audience I say, “Oh, I see the problem. They put the
engine in sideways.” I am the only person in the entire world who thinks this
is funny.
I know how to check the
oil, how to add windshield wiper fluid to the reservoir, how to jump start the
car, and how to fill ‘er up, but mostly my car is a mystery to me, even though
we have been together for almost eighteen years and over 170,000 miles. Cars are
not simple anymore.
So both the house and the
car could use some tender loving care, and, oh yeah, the yard is being taken
over by blackberries.
But I’ll say this for all
these little problems - they distract me from what I consider bigger problems
and concerns, such as climate change; the plight of survivors and victims of wildfires,
hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes, tsunamis, and other natural disasters; the dangers
and hardships faced by refugees and the homeless; the fact that our country has
gone seriously awry. Human beings’ inhumanity to other human beings. You know.
That stuff. That gets me down sometimes.
I was reading the first
three chapters of the book of Micah in the Hebrew scriptures this morning, and
Micah was railing against human beings behaving as badly then, in the 8th
century BCE, as they do now, terrorizing the peaceful and innocent in the name
of acquiring money and power.
This tells me that we are
a consistent species. This consistency does not comfort me.
Micah gets more
encouraging after chapter three, and in chapter six, verse eight, lays down a
simple guide for how to live. You can google it and compare translations.
(Micah 6:8, for you non-Bible types)
Leaks can be fixed, faucets
replaced, and stuck seatbelts unstuck. These are practical little problems. Big
stuff – the world, the country, the climate, all of us broken people – no easy
fixes.
I turned the water on to
the kitchen sink yesterday so I could wash dishes. When the dishpan was full,
and I turned off the faucet, it did not leak. Not one drop. It continues dry
this morning. I figure this is temporary, but it reminds me: you never know.
It is wise not to get too
attached to what you think you know.
Not an original opinion
of mine, but, just saying.
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