“I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it.”

No errands to do today, but I have some laundry which I’ve brought down to this floor, only one more floor to go. I’ll probably make my bed, but that’s not a given. I will water the plants. I’ve already showered and read the papers. The day is partly sunny which I prefer over partly cloudy, a choice which reminds me of the half-full or half-empty glass description. I always figured that choice had little to do with outlook and more to do with thirst. Really thirsty makes the glass half-empty.

In our travels, my brother and I would drink water from just about everywhere except the swamp. Beside the tracks, there was a pipe with water flowing from it. Underneath the pipe was a small pool of water which was the start of a stream. We always stopped there for a drink. The water looked clean. That’s all we cared about. There were very few bubblers around town. One was at the field below our street, and we stopped there. We even taught the dog to drink from it. Germs were never a consideration. Cooties were, not germs, but dogs didn’t have cooties. People did. In my head just now jumped the memory of cootie catchers. They were made by folding a paper several times until there were four corners meeting in the middle and each corner had a pocket to put your fingers in so you could move the corners back and forth until a corner was chosen. Inside each corner was something pithy the maker had written. We also used those cootie catchers as fortune tellers, a nicer game. Later I realized these were origami, but knowing that was a long way in the future.

The best and the coldest water was from the hose. Before you drank it, the water had to run a bit as the sun had warmed the water already in the hose. Once it was cold enough, the flow had to be gentle or the front of your shirt got soaked. It was a balancing act which took some practice.

Even in Ghana we drank suspect water which had floaties, our pet name for whatever was in the water bottle, really a beer bottle holding water, but on my latest two visits to Ghana, I bought water, bottled water. I figured I’m beyond taking chances with floaties.

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8 Comments on ““I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Floatis in water can never be a good thing 🙂

    It was the same here, if the water looked clean and didn’t smell like mud we drank it 🙂 I’m not sure I would try the water in the creeks around here though, for some reason bog water doesn’t sound healthy 🙂

    I can’t remember what we called those cootie catchers here, we usually had them as fortune tellers 🙂 If girls made them they were most about how many children one would get and if boys made them it was mostly about carrers including cars or aeroplanes as I remember it 🙂

    Partly sunny here too and around 51-52. The sun warmed up my bedroom so now it’s a bit too warm there but it is way too early to sleep with open windows, still below 32 at nights here 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • Christer,
      The clouds won out here for most of the day. They made the day a bit raw and damp. I stayed around the house all day. Outside wasn’t all that inviting. I’m even doing my laundry!

      Our nights are still really cold as well, also down in the 30’s. I can’t wait until I can open windows and let the stuffy air of winter out and the sweet smells of spring in.

      The trees have buds so spring is definitely entrenched despite the temperatures.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Bob Says:

    Whenever I drank out of a garden hose the water always had a rubbery taste. Of course I also would drink from suspect sources while exploring surrounding areas. In those days we didn’t have bottled water so I carried an Army surplus canteen. The water carried in the canteen had a metallic taste.

    During the late 1950s one big debate was fluoridation of the public drinking water. Opponents called fluoridation a communist plot. In the end science won. Fluoridation has been a success because my kids have almost no cavities while i had numerous ones by my late teens. Now there are groups pushing to end fluoridation because they think it causes autism but without any scientific evidence.

    This evening it rained again. Not just a passing shower or thunderstorm but a continuous steady heavy rain for over an hour.

    • katry Says:

      I don’t think the water stayed in our hose long enough for the water to get the rubbery taste. I know that metallic taste you mention as I had a girl scout canteen which had the same taste.

      The argument about fluoridation and childhood immunization causing autism has been disproved, but there are still many who believe it is true. They put their children at great risk.

      It is raining here as well and will be raining all night.

  3. im6 Says:

    Yep, you’re from New England. If anyone said “bubbler” in these parts, no one would know what you’re talking about. Heck, we didn’t even have water coolers. They’re called water fountains and I’m loath to admit I remember when they were marked “white” and “colored.” (FYI, I looked up the correct spelling of loath in this usage. Glad I did. The ending “e” would have been incorrect!)

    • katry Says:

      I gave that a thought when I used bubbler, but I decided to use the word anyway as that’s what I’ve always called it.

      When I was looking for a photo, I saw many water fountains marked “white” and “colored,” but that had nothing to do with what I was writing.

      Every corridor at my elementary school had a bubbler, and I remember the nun telling us not to spend a long of time at the bubbler during the whole class bathroom break.

      • im6 Says:

        Oh, I know what you wrote had nothing to do with the segregation of water fountains. But it was an association I couldn’t ignore given the topic and the times being discussed. Another shameful page in history.

      • katry Says:

        I was just letting you know that I had run across the same shameful history you mentioned. I knew you didn’t think it had anything to do with my bubbler!

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