The Gravity of the Situation

I’m grateful for instant water that’s accessible with the twist of a tap.

We had a dream of building our own log home.  Towards that dream we bought land in the country, purchased an old trailer and set up on our newly purchased Eden.  We managed a stack-wall log shed, a basement, and three daughters before we got squeezed in the recession of the early 1980s.  Then came the reality of raising three children through infancy without running water.  Wash days were spent at the laundromat and bath nights were spent heating buckets of water hauled from the pond on the wood stove.  Now, many years later I still dislike the bleak atmosphere of a laundromat, and it was a very long time before I could bear to listen to a running tap, spewing precious water freely down a drain.

Something to think about:   more than one billion people, nearly one out of every seven individuals on Earth, have an insufficient supply of potable water.

Now, my grandson, on the other hand is thankful for something entirely different.   When about 5 or so, at a family Thanksgiving dinner, those gathered took turns saying what they were thankful for.  The usual “family”, “friends”, and “food” were heard until it came to Devan’s turn.  “I am thankful for ….

“Gravity”.

In keeping with American Thanksgiving, the weekly photo challenge is: Thankful.