The Glory of Running Water

Our cabin has its own well on the property. There is a miniature log cabin in the woods behind our home, uphill which serves as the well-house. An electric pump inside pushes well water through the pipes buried underground and into our faucets.
When we moved in we were afflicted with low water pressure. Most of the time it felt like each faucet was building up it's momentum before spraying out with full force. Josh assured me this problem would easily be fixed with some adjustments to the water pressure gauge but after carefully inspecting the well-house decided he wasn't technically equipped to make any adjustments.
Over a few short weeks the water pressure began to weaken to barely a trickle. I don't need to tell you how inconvenient this is in modern times, there is no other way to wash your hands, wash your clothes or dishes, flush the toilet or shower.
We had to come up with temporary solutions while the well-house was re-inspected (by a professional this time) These solutions included using paper cups and plates for the few times we ate meals at home, using bottled water to wash our hands and brush our teeth, one time I did laundry by hand with boiled bottled water and water from our creek, and Josh made a camp shower using bottled water. We would have to take turns because his design required a second person to stand on a chair and squeeze a 1/2 gallon size milk jug with holes drilled into the plastic cap in order to achieve the spray of a shower head. We would use 1/3 boiling hot water and 2/3 lukewarm for optimum comfort.
These are some of the days that can truly test your love for one another.
When eventually our pressure gauge was repaired I was so relieved and thankful I promised myself to never take running water for granted ever. While I enjoy attempting to live a more simple kind of life, this is one luxury I may never be able to live without.