I can’t duck my feelings: I miss the lake. I haven’t been there in three years.
For the Daily Prompt: forlorn.
I can’t duck my feelings: I miss the lake. I haven’t been there in three years.
For the Daily Prompt: forlorn.
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #142: washbasin.
I took this in 2014 at my family’s cabin on Lake Matinenda, in Ontario, Canada. No running water. This is the outside station for washing hands and face and brushing teeth, with lake water in the upper bucket. We filter the water to drink now, but didn’t for the years and years when I was growing up.
Meanwhile, I am using two plastic washbasins at home, since before Thanksgiving. Why? The drain pipe in my 1930s house from the kitchen sink has failed where it goes into the concrete floor. A new pipe is to be installed, this Friday. Currently I can’t use the kitchen drain or the laundry, but the other sinks, shower and bathrooms go into the main drain and are fine! I do the dishes and use the main drains to dump the water. Hooray for workarounds and I will also be very glad to have my kitchen sink back.
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