Tagged With: frozen pipes
A broadly curved road
I went subterranean twelve weeks ago, maybe more. Came up again two days ago, I think. I know this because I found myself gardening yesterday. This was a tunnel of a place I’ve been in, a way into and through the deep, long list entitled Impossible-but-Necessary. In twelve weeks strong and beautiful people died, shockingly, […]
Frozen Pipes semi-resolved, Day 20
The morning raising of the bedroom window blind reveals a bright blue pipeline stretching east-west across the backyards of our neighborhood block, turning north at my forsythia bush. I look out the front of the house onto our street and it’s filled with orange trudging men. It’s raining water and corn snow as I ask […]
Frozen Pipes Day 19
“..last year the pipe to the barn froze in February and didn’t thaw again until May 15. Nothin’ I could do about it, so we hauled water…”, said the farmer beside me in the feed store. Of course then I added my story of hauling 30-60 litres per day depending on house activity, “…well over […]
Frozen Pipes, Day 15
We were told three days ago that the water will not run in our taps until the end of April. I feel relief. It’s good to know – that we are directly linked to the spring thaw, that we need to build the gathering and conservation of water into our daily routine, that we will […]
Day seven, frozen pipes
I’ve had sleepovers in three different friend’s houses now, and one at my studio. The houses I’ve stayed at in town play constant musical obsessive repetitive drips in counterpoint to their ticking analogue clocks. Our entire small city shares the consequences of too-shallow water mains and fast-creeping frost. We are either frozen here, or dripping […]
when water is solid
and taps silent, the flow of human traffic increases. I’m fascinated. It is a commitment of time and effort that would otherwise go unnoticed, this answering of the need for water. As the days go by a growing awareness of value. Mindful conservation where before there was only entitlement. I cleaned the kitchen this morning […]
Dear snow,
…dear Minus 25 Degrees Celsius, dear 70 km ph Winds and your Death-chill-Factor, Thank you for finding a way to freeze a substantial part of the city’s water system – at the very point in our heavy winter when we collectively agree to become grumpy that the world is not green and growing. The first […]