It’s Sunday morning, our first morning home after vacation. It’s nice to be home. It’s nice to be in my own surroundings. We don’t have any hot water but that’s a minor and temporary inconvenience that will be remedied soon. And the people who say that cold showers are refreshing are pretty much correct, but I’m not sure I’d be so easygoing about this if the water heater was broken during a January cold spell rather than an August heat wave. Timing is everything.
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We got home at 2:30 on Saturday. We unpacked immediately, and I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning an already pretty-clean house, doing laundry, swimming, and catching up on work. I had planned to remain completely offline until Tuesday but I’m glad I spent a few hours working. Now I know what I have to do next week, and knowing what I have to do is half the proverbial battle.
And speaking of knowing what I have to do, the larder is bare, so it’s time to restock. I’m off to the grocery store. Details at 11.
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I yield to no one in my appreciation for a hot shower, but a cold shower on a hot day can be quite lovely too. It’s Monday now, and we expect to have the water heater repaired in the next day or so, but for now, we’re just fine. Washing in cold water is a good reminder that we’re lucky to be able to wash any time we want, even in cold water. Not everyone is so lucky.
And if you are able to do it, then I can’t recommend strongly enough taking an extra day at the end of vacation. We went to a neighborhood party yesterday, and it was that much more fun knowing that I didn’t have to go to work the next morning. My son goes back to school on Saturday so we’ll maybe do some supply shopping, and then I’ll run a few errands and go swimming or walking (it’s quite cool today) and then make dinner at home for the first time since August 7 or so. I’m sitting outside, and the yard and patio are a mess after an evening thunderstorm, so I’ll start by cleaning up out here a bit.
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As always, vacation has to end; and as (almost) always, I don’t mind that much. Work was hectic, of course, but I’m catching up. And cold showers notwithstanding, I’m still in the “it’s nice to be home” mindset. What’s not great is that I am one of the few people still hanging on to summer. My husband is hosting not one but two fantasy football draft parties in the next two weeks. The house, which was ship-shape on Sunday, is now a staging ground for my son’s college move-in on Saturday. And with the second cloudy, cool day in a row, the fall fans are out there with their transitional sweaters and their Starbucks cups. I don’t ask for much. Just please let summer be summer until Labor Day - which is, of course, on gosh-darn September 1 this year because 2025 can’t stop being an asshole for even five minutes.
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Loath as I am to admit it (and I am very much loath to admit it), there are a few things about the transition from summer to fall that I do not quite hate. Take Tuesday night, for example. I finished work at 5:15 and did some quick dinner prep, and then I went to the pool. Because I am a dedicated pool denizen - a pool rat, as we say here in the neighborhood - I know what many people do not know, which is that in a big pool like ours, the water takes a few days to cool, even when the weather changes. This means that on Monday, a cool and cloudy day in marked contrast to the weekend’s intense heat, the water was still very warm. It remained cool through the night on Monday and Tuesday also dawned cool and pearly gray, with a little bit of rain here and there. People who are not in the know would assume that it would now be officially too cold to swim, but those people would be wrong.
The air was cool enough that I could have comfortably worn long sleeves - maybe even a light sweater. Instead, I put on my suit and wrapped up in a towel and went swimming. There were, of course, a bunch of kids in the pool because they are also pool rats who know (and during the last week before school starts those kids would be swimming even if they had to break up ice on the surface) and one other lap swimmer. The water had cooled a bit more since Monday but it was still lovely - just chilly enough to shock the system a little bit on entry, and then quite comfortable a few laps in. Getting out was no joke, but I had two towels with me, and after a few minutes in the hot shower in the changing room and a few minutes wrapped in dry towels, I was right as rain.
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It’s Thursday. We still don’t have hot water at home and the pool water is also pretty darn cold after a few days of chilly overnight temperatures. Swimming in the cold water on a cloudy cool day is nice but not as nice as swimming on a hot day with the water sparkling in the sun. And I’m finding that the cold showers that are really quite delightful at 8:30 AM on a hot day are far less delightful at 6 AM on a 60-degree morning. But I’m standing on my belief that I’m lucky to have clean running water at all, when so many people do not. And there’s nothing wrong with a little discomfort. There’s nothing wrong with starting the day with just a tiny bit of suffering.
Still, I’ll admit that I was happy to see the box containing the needed parts, which arrived at our house yesterday; and I’ll be overjoyed when the technician actually comes to fix the water heater. The water was freezing this morning. I’m still a little cold just thinking about it.
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It’s Friday now. For the last week, I have lived with as close to pioneer conditions as I’m willing to endure - no hot water AND no washer (the washer, which had been on its last legs, gave up the ghost the day after the water heater stopped working). And now I am back in the 21st century, where I belong. After one last icy cold shower this morning (the water seemed to get colder every day) and one last day of cramming dirty clothes into the laundry hamper so that the lid would close, I am now equipped with a functioning water heater and a brand-new washing machine. I feel rich, and I am very excited for a warm shower later. Meanwhile, I am going swimming now, and I expect that the water temperature will have dropped a few degrees since my last pool visit on Tuesday. And that’s fine. It’ll take more than cold water to scare me out of the pool.