No Pawah, No Watah

I grew up in Tanzania - not Tasmania. Where 10,000 gallon reserve water tanks are how you do life. Buckets. Systems.

So imagine my shock when we moved to “rural” Oklahoma (~40 min outside Tulsa) and discovered that when the power goes out… the water also goes out.

I stood there in confusion staring at the sink like an educated fool.

Bibi asked me the same question about six times:
“But where is the water stored?”

Nowhere, Bibi. Nowhere!!
Apparently in Oklahoma the water lives in the well and waits for electricity to introduce itself.

So now when storms come, I fill buckets like its 1991 and we are vacationing on Mt. Kilimanjaro at our grandparents homestead.

The irony of moving to America only to return to bucket management has not been lost on me.

Still… there is something humbling and beautiful about it all.

Also, I now understand why old time farmers own generators and like seventeen flashlights.