This morning as I was cleaning up after the joy of feeding my granddaughter breakfast I was reminded of the miracle of water.
In modern America we take a lot for granted. As I was using the steady flow of water to wash out oatmeal and scrub a pan it crossed my mind about the multitude of hands and faithful utility workers that went into producing this simple commodity. I live in a part of Texas that can seem hot and dry much of the year and yet even in summer I know where water flows. The problem is that it is not potable. It looks good and feels good but is infested with all kinds of critters and chemicals that don’t do the body good. So before if flows out of my tap it passes many hurdles.
We know some of this because we are within spitting distance of a water tank. A technician comes to check that tank at least once a day, sometimes he is here twice, and that is just in the portion of the supply line that I can see.
So I am thankful. I realize that there are politicians in the pockets of the extremist environmentalist who want to take away this glory. I am hopeful that they will not be able to reduce us to a third world level.
Shower while you still can.
homo unius libri
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