Please note: these are all personal blog posts dating back a million years.

all grow’d up

there aren’t too many things that remind me of my age… my birthday is one, yes. but, for some reason, paying my water bill is another (then there’s taxes, and sparse grey hairs).
i can almost remember the exact time, when i was a kid, that i realized my mom had to pay for all of the water that we used. i thought it was free for everyone until that moment; i think i was 9 or 10. i started thinking of water differently after that.
what about the water that we use to wash clothes and flush the toilet; that’s not free? we pay for water just to dirty it?! what about the school’s water fountain? i admit, i called it a bubbler in middle school.
almost immediately after buying my home, i installed a rain barrel, and then another one a couple of years later. i’m now interested in doing something with our grey water… i’m not sure where to start, but we’ll figure it out.
a friend of mine has a water bill that’s over twice the amount mine is; he takes a bath every single morning.