This is the article that I knew I’d be writing back in June 2010, am I clairvoyant, do I have physic powers, or have I just lived here that long and absolutely nothing surprises me anymore? The answer is “Nothing Surprises me anymore!”
In June 2010 I wrote an article titled “Water Is Life” it was the story of my ten plus years being without city water, and the day it arrived at my house, ten years past the “New Millennium,” proves that things move very quickly here on the Archipelagos known as The Republic of the Philippines.
From June 2010 until early March 2011 the water flowed like, I’d have to say; “water!” As it was set up to fill my two tanks every day I had no idea, there were problems rumbling in the distance, raising its ugly head and preparing to smite me. Going out one morning to wash my new old car, I noticed it was flowing like, nothing! There was no water, and yet my tanks were full. After pondering that and my navel for a minute or two, I went to my font of knowledge, the lady who is all knowing, and a repository of all information Philippines. That’s right, my lovely wife Mayang. Who quickly explained that the water was off during the day, and was on at night! I wonder when I was going to be told about that?
I’ll assume that’s why my tanks were full, and I’d not noticed the rest. That was two weeks ago, now that our dry season is full on, there is no more water, and more than likely not be any until the rainy season next May.
I knew I was doing the right thing every Saturday when I’d go out back and drain my pressure tank, and then turn on my pump and refill it. I knew this day would come, and I thought it would be a good thing to not neglect my own equipment that brinks forth water from far under the ground to quench our desire for cool sweet water.
I’ve been pumping my own water now for a week, flipping switches, and opening valves. Before anyone stops reading and rushes to the comment section to inform me that I could automate my water system and forget about it, I’ll explain, that it is automated, I just don’t want to pay the extra electric, as it on and off’s itself 24/7. Forty five minutes every morning is fine with me.
Now on 24 March, early that morning and this time I am washing my new old car. The water District truck stopped in front of my house, and the very excited supervision informed me that water was in short supply and I was wasting it. I brought him to my meter and showed him the closed valve, and took him to the back to hear my pump, for the lack of a better word “Pumping!” (Funny he didn’t know he was out of water on his end)
Now for the funny part, I will be charged P 120 every month until they can provide water again. Which is a kin to going to a bar, being told they had nothing to sell, and receiving a bill for the beer you didn’t drink. It made sense to me.
There is a book by Herman Wouk (Remember; The Caine Mutiny?) , titled “Don’t Stop the Carnival” it’s a story about Norman Paperman, who leaves the rat race of New York, and buys a hotel in the Caribbean, and all the frustration involved. I kept ten copies in my bar in Puerto Rico and would lend them to any visitor who had the dream of coming there to live. I dare say it is just as valuable to anyone thinking of moving to the Philippines as well, and aside from it being a good read it’s quite funny.
Once you’ve read the book, this line will become clear to you, as I turned to my wife and I said; Honey, thank God, we didn’t sell our pump!”
Here is an excerpt from my article “Water Is Life”: “The month of June 2010, “not a leak, not a missed day of flowing water, all is good here on the mountain in Barangay Roosevelt, purok 2, Dinalupihan Bataan.”.
I’ve said it before, and it bears repeating; “When you come here, bring your sense of humor.” It will be your most important asset.
I’ll go take my shower now!