I have a thing about saving water.
It comes from living with country wells–deep country, when there wasn’t any water to truck in (and where the outhouse got as much use as the toilet)–during a drought period. It comes from camping. It comes from now living in the desert. It comes from being a participant in the very first Earth Day, and my impressionable self being…
Just a whole lotta experience where you don’t take water for granted, even when you’re not being charged by the gallon to use it.
Which doesn’t mean I don’t love and depend on my water, however it’s provided, or that I’m always truly prepared for an outage.
(At the moment, I’m on a community well system that serves fifty people and seems to be teetering on the brink of…something. Let’s just say my thoughts are drifting back toward “really being prepared.” A lesson rammed home as the water system went down in coldest winter the weekend after we moved, when we were, I can unequivocally say, not prepared in the least.)
Anyway. To the shower. Recently I became aware of a particular suggestion to save water. One flush per person per day…boy, does that add up fast.
Yeah. Use the shower.
I mean, you’re there, right? And it goes down the same pipes, right? And shoot, you don’t even have to mess with your pants.
No problem at all, I guess…if you haven’t spent all but the first couple years of your life being toilet-trained. (Or, for some of us who’ve been on too many trail rides, bush- and tree-trained. Now that I’m out here in the southwest, I’ve worked very hard to avoid being cactus-trained. For some reason.)
Maybe a decade from now, as conservation becomes more habitual for us all, this will be second nature. I think for now, I’ll just flush a little less often…