My Cup Runneth Over

Many places in the world don’t have easy access to water. Where I live is not one of them, and this week I’ve decided to try to be just incredibly grateful for each time I fill a glass with water. I wash my hair in potable water. I flush my toilet with it. These aberrations are not my fault, and should not exist but do. However I love that I don’t have to worry about water, and understand that what I flush down the toilet every day would be a miracle of abundance elsewhere.

My question today is why we don’t have more cisterns where I live. I understand that dams affect everyone downstream, and have to be managed communally. But when it rains here, it just passes in the rivers, which flow (or flood) downstream, and go into the seas and the oceans directly. We could stock rainwater without hurting anyone. Cisterns are better than lakes, where the water evaporates under the open sky. Maybe this is how I’ll finish my life, working for the politics of cisterns. We don’t lack water where I live, but we are a boom/bust sort of place. We could regulate that better if we stocked what comes from the sky.

Other than groovin’ on water, things are good. Just hanging out with Foro on my balcony, getting some work done and being happy.

The chill cow

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