I arrived home yesterday to this message that started a conversation among the residents in my ten-unit condominium.
What the heck? How can that be? I wondered as I hustled to the kitchen and turned on the faucet. Nothing.
I shot off an email letting people know my water was off too and called the water bureau’s emergency line. Apparently, a contractor in our neighborhood had hit a water main and created a “water emergency”. Well, that would explain the work crew and the “road closed” sign I’d seen down the block when I got home. The woman I spoke with wouldn’t say when work would be finished. When I told her I was thinking I should go to the grocery store and get some water she said that they anticipated the repair would be done by evening.
Okay. Maybe I don’t have to make a water run, but I decided to take stock of what I had.
No bottles of water. No three-day emergency supply. Not even ice cubes I could melt. I did have some cans of flavored mineral water in the fridge… I was failing basic preparedness.
What would I do if it took longer, and I couldn’t shower tomorrow morning? What would Lucy drink?
I thought about all the comedies I’d seen where water is cut off and the characters use water from the toilet bowl. They never think about the water in the tank, which could be boiled. Is that potable? I could boil it to be sure there was water for Lucy. Could I bathe in that? The ick factor is high, even from the tank. So many unanswered questions.
Fortunately, the water came back on just after seven. I am glad I won’t have to shower in toilet water, but I think I should get some emergency water. Maybe I should start building a real emergency kit while I am at it.