sink

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.

 

fleet in sleet

I came to Bellingham yesterday to visit my daughter and watch the Regatta, http://wwusailing.com/regattas/, Western Washington and five other college teams, in the light snow and sometimes sleet.

The main comment I heard about the sleet was “Oh, good, some wind.”

Taken from shore, Nikon Coolpix P510, 42x zoom.

diy

The other thing that I think of with Sam is tools and do it yourself. He told me once that when he went to college, he wanted to learn everything. He had tons of both practical and esoteric knowledge. I took these pictures at Lake Matinenda… so for those of you who don’t know, what is this? Can you guess?

That summer I helped wire an outlet attached to this and helped float the raft in the correct position, which fine tuned my motor boat driving skills. I had to hold the boat in position in wind and waves, while Sam yelled over his shoulder at me and connected lines and wires and an anchor.

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The introverted thinker breaks the rules

My earliest memory is taste and proprioception.

I am outside in the yard. I am under three, because it is when we still lived in Knoxville, Tennessee. I am standing. I am not terribly steady and I am holding on to the pipe. I remember how the pipe feels, metal and a bit rusty and rough. The day is hot, but the metal is cool on my hands. I am drinking the water out of the top of a pipe that sticks up from the ground. Water pools in the top and I like it. It tastes of iron. I am not supposed to drink that water.

I lose my balance a little and bump hard against the pipe. My tooth breaks. Now my mouth tastes of blood and iron.

I don’t remember it hurting much and I am not scared. I am mostly annoyed and resigned. I think, I am going to get caught now, I can’t hide this.

This is me in the canoe and my parents, in the early 1960s. I don’t know who took the photograph.