I can't find a post where I mentioned this last spring, but the tap water has turned its annual spring brown and EW. I stopped drinking unboiled well-water the first time this happened, but when it's actively brown I can't make myself drink it boiled either. I'm sure it's not actively dangerous, but it just looks too gross to ingest. Which is very annoying because it means I have to go into town more often to fill my three gallon water jug. The next person who lives here might want to invest in one of those five gallon water jug holder thingies. Just a suggestion. My Belizean parents have this cool little pump thing that fits on the top of a five gallon jug, maybe I'll ask them to bring one back for me? Seems weird to import such a thing from Belize, but I've yet to find one here.
Just as much as fat robins and yellow daffodils, bathwater the color of (very) weak tea is a sure sign of spring.
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I was on track - for a degree or a career or a healthy retirement fund - for my first 29 years. I decided to see what a year off track feels like. Starting December 23, 2006, this is where you can find updates on the no doubt boring adventures of Corina derailed.
About Me
- Corina
- The header says alot, but I'm a 30-year-old lawyer turned dropout who really really loves to be places other than home, wherever that happens to be at the moment. I believe rainy days are a personal affront and take umbrage when the sun is behind clouds. I love summer with an unholy passion. I watch insane amounts of television (or did until I gave up, temporarily I hope, television reception), and have given up feeling bad about it. Most of the time.
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