I thought that title would grab your attention.....
......but your interest will probably diminish when you find out that it's me who was naked in the rain.
By the way - the photo (above) is not me. I'm better looking.
One thing I've discovered during the past two weeks (see my previous blog posts) is that I never realized how much water I used until I didn't have any. It's a necessity that is sorely taken for granted.
Before I shut off the main outside water valve (to stop the flooding and fix the pipes), I managed to fill numerous pots, pitchers, and empty plastic bottles with water. But it wasn't enough.
During the span of two long and extremely hot waterless weeks, I learned the agony of having to ration and conserve.
I couldn't wash clothes, couldn't wash dishes, couldn't even properly wash my hands. When they got dirty, I simply rinsed them with hydrogen peroxide.
I couldn't even cook properly. Pasta, soup, even hot dogs need plenty of water. I made corn on the cob in the oven (my cousin Nancy suggested that) and it was absolutely delicious.
I had a helluva time shaving, because I usually use a straight blade (opposed to a gay one).
Think about that for a few moments. It will eventually become very amusing.
Even my cats consume lots of water. They have two large water dishes, which I always rinse and refill several times a day.
Bosco is a heavy consumer of H2o. That cat gulps water like I used to chug whiskey.
Should H20 be written in all capitals, or what? I wouldn't want to offend any scientists.
Going to the bathroom (or crap house, for those of you in Barstow) was a very challenging adventure....
....but I won't elaborate because I know there are decent, demure people who read my blog. Well - - one or two of you are, anyway...
I certainly couldn't take a bath or shower. But the frequent thunderstorms and torrential rain provided an opportunity to improvise.
During one particularly violent afternoon storm I quickly stripped off my clothes, grabbed a bar of soap, and ran outside.
One of the luxuries of living in the wilderness is that clothing is optional.
There is no way to describe the exhilaration of standing buck naked in a Biblical downpour and soaping up your body - - while lightning is zapping wickedly around you and deafening claps of thunder are reverberating so furiously that you can feel the vibration going right through your ass.
This blog post has no purpose - except for my amusement and your astonishment.
