Big doings at the apartment next door—taking out the wall, things
like that. When I looked at the clock
and it was nine and nine was when they were shutting everything off (they put a
note on the front door the other day, so we couldn’t say we didn’t know it was
coming), I jumped in the shower and washed my hair.
Well, before that, I filled the kettle as full as it would
go, and poured a glass, too, and tried to think if I would need any more.
They’d said it’d be back on by 3, but who knows, they could
start late, they could end late. Or
early, the way they usually do. No way
to predict, really. I did everything
I could so I wouldn’t run out, racking my brain for anything that might
possibly involve water.
Once in a blue moon, I have to organize my life around
water. Some people do it daily.
©2013 Laynie Tzena.
