Even we conscious, semi-educated, literate people, who are aware of what we do and where our resources come from...take water for granted.
I have no water. Henry Street is being dug up. The DEP is there, trucks are roaring.
And even as I was thinking about this I absent-mindedly squirted some liquid soap onto my hands and turned on the tap, but
So I rinsed them in frigid rainwater collected in the copper bowl of the barbecue on the terrace.
Clean, cold, clear water from a tap. For drinking, I am thirsty. I am a tap drinker. For bathing, I like bathing. For washing the coffee cup from this morning. For...other things. Oh for the self- sufficiency of the desert where we travelled with enough water to float an elephant.
Update: 7.18pm...well, we have cold water now. And I'm not too sure about being a tap drinker anymore.