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In the islands, we first lived in a house high in the hills. It had a million-dollar view and was considered quite a great location. But like most homes there, ours relied on rainwater to fill the cisterns. If the water ran out, you couldn’t use the toilet because there was no water to flush through the pump. I’d only been there a couple of months and wasn’t working yet, we had only one car and my boyfriend had taken it to work, and our roommates were off playing at the beach. Oh yeah, and we didn’t have a phone (or cell phones). (It took 6 months for the phone company to install our phone…a week before we moved.) So there I was, home alone on a hot summer day, drinking a lot of water (we kept the A/C off and the windows and doors open)…and then the water ran out. I found myself scrambling to find a shrub outside I could hide behind in our upscale neighborhood. Friends and family would often comment on our life in ‘paradise’…somehow I don’t think peeing in the yard was part of their imagined fantasy.
Yes we are, and don’t you ever forget it young woman!
You don’t really believe we think the cats peed in the snow…do you? We saw you. It wasn’t a pretty sight.
Archtectural quirks, eh? My apartment used to be a nun’s ‘cell and rooms.’ It’s quirky. I have a bathroom sink in the oak-panelled living room.
YOU PEED IN THE SHOW!!!Hahahahahah … oh, Meg, you are too funny!!
Old folks also sleep while watching tv, movies, or pretending to “read”.
Heh! Great story!!!! You were so good to chase away that pesky cat.
Meg, this makes me so happy.