Just before I was about to head into the village, to throw out some trash, get some exercise, socialize a bit ( after 3 days on my own, living the hermit-quinta life ) and do some grocery shopping, I noticed that my pants were a little dirtier than I liked them to be.
Let me tell you: light blue isn’t the best color to wear in the countryside, let alone if you're not living in/ or haven’t had a house with a properly working washing machine ( me in the last 3+ years ).
Also, laundromats are a NO GO for me, as they use crappy stuff like bleach and perfume, that make not just my nose itch, to say the least. Also, they are expensive.
In other words, I decided to hand-wash my pants and start out by soaking them in some water with sodium bicarbonate first. This way I could hopefully get them a bit cleaner, while washing them after returning from my visit to the village.
So, to the creek I walked, carrying a bucket. This natural water source runs at the edge of my current land. I pump it up hill, into my water tanks, about once a week ( see previous quinta life posts ). Once I'd arrived at the water’s edge, I carefully placed my feet on the small muddy patch just above the water level. I bent over and then scooped a liter or 5 ( or probably a bit more ) out of the creek and then straightened myself.
When I was about to walk backwards, my feet slipped ( FYI: I was wearing old sneakers that hardly have any profile left underneath them ) and I managed to fell backwards, on my butt, splashing liters of water over my shoes, pants and T-Shirt. In fact, my shoes were so wet that my feet might have partially gone into the creek for a second or two. I'm not sure.
What I do know is that I laughed out loud!
Fun Fact: I had put on another pair of pants ( dark blue ones ), just before I walked up to the creek. Those were dirty too, now.
So now I had to soak and wash two pair of pants.
I was happy though that I hadn’t slipped down, ending up in the creek entirely ( even though the water is only about 2 feet deep ). Let's say that it would have been a bit messier and muddier.
I guess it might have made me laugh harder and you too! ;<)
Extra fun fact, or perhaps a sign of stupidity:
I had slipped on that muddy patch twice before, in the last week or two.
Do I ever learn?
The hand washed pants are now drying, right next to me, above the wood burner.
I wonder what they'd think of me, if they'd had a brain ;<)
approaching rain clouds, on my way into the village
