“Just give me a chance,” I said to my husband. “I want to live in the wild, and be free. I think I could do it.”
“Think you could carry a pail of water from a well to the house?” he said. “That’s what you might end up doing.”
“If that’s what it takes, I would,” I said.
“I want to live in the desert,” I said. “Not in a neighborhood. I want a view. I want to know what it feels like to get up in the morning, look outside, and just see mountains.”
So, late last night, I walked into our kitchen. The faucet was dripping.
We tried to fix it – and it broke.
Now, we have no water in the kitchen because we had to shut off the main valve to the sink.
I’m having to carry a “pail of water” from the water cooler to the sink – to rinse things off.
Nope, not in my life.
Note To Self: Never say “Just give me a chance…”