Yes, as in First In Last Out.
No, not as in a certain acquaintance I've lost touch with. Who I was not even thinking of until I started this posting. For some reason the memory jarred me for a second. It was out of the blue. How many other people will pop into my head, throughout my life, triggered by something totally unrelated? Bringing guilt for letting them slip out of my company. But I digress...
Memories of a shower-head. Yup. THAT's what this is really about. See, I remember the first (or technically 2nd) day of living in that Madison Park house. New (to me) space. A bedroom and a bathroom to make my own. It didn't occur to me to run the shower before-hand. Nooooo... I waited until that first fateful day. On a 'school-night' even.
Well, I got up, kind of excited to take my first shower in my new/old bathroom.
It was pretty awful. I'm guessing that about 6 or 7 of the 40 (?) jets in the shower-head worked. Seriously. The others were plugged up with rust and debris. Maybe that was appropriate as the water pressure in the house is so low that it could barely support more water flow anyway. After work I went right out to purchase a new shower-head. Of course it helped immensely, though water pressure was indeed a problem. But that was possibly the single best investment toward life on 41st Ave.
Flash forward to now. Okay, 'now' is actually weeks ago already. Oh boy... make that months ago. Pay no attention to the posting date. That was the date I originally thought of mentioning this experience. It just gelled and fell into place today, 3 months later.
Anyway, I was slowly packing and organizing for my big move near the end of July. I mailed the postcard from the city regarding the free shower-head program. It arrived within a couple days. I installed it.
I didn't like it.
So I put mine back on until the last minute. Which was just a few days later. Changing the shower-head was one of the final things I did when I went back to clean and vacuum the empty, strangely lifeless house.
So long, shell-of-a-house I once loved. So long, free shower-head. May you stay free of rust and corrosion for years to come. Or be replaced. What do I care?
2 comments:
I lived in a place once where if anybody in my neighborhood flushed, I got scalded. Fortunately the plumbing liked me and would warn me when the water was about to get uncomfortably ("scalding") hot. Not sure why I'm telling you this, only I wanted to share my story of shower plumbing. It seemed like the right thing to do.
It's totally the right thing to do, and thank you for sharing! Fortunately the roomies and I all had different schedules and I didn't really have to worry about getting scalded unless we had company or something. So yeah, it could be an issue. Anyway, I feel SO close to you right now. :-)
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