Humbled and Tired.

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Could have chosen a better time than a pandemia, but my deep well motor gave way. Seven days ago. Could endure a little hunger, but thirst, no! With the deep well as the source of my water, I was prepared with a drum and water containers (slims), and covered pails filled with reserve. Would last three or four days for daily usage, was sure, till the plumbers used every drop in the drum. Hu hu. That meant I had to bring the clothes hamper to the public laundry. Was thinking about that idiom 'don't wash your linen in public.' Yaaaiikkksss! Stashed all the panties, brassieres, socks, face towels in a laundry net, shirts and shorts in another, eco bags and travel kits in another, hoping the zippers don't give way. The laundry lady welcomed me amiably, and I was surprised she said she'd package wash and fold for a sum of a hundred fifty pesos. The towels and the the pants included, I had three hampers in all. Okay, I said, but did remind her of the coronavirus. She asked what were the water containers for, and I said I need water for dish washing. She took all my twelve containers and said she'd give me for free. Wow, thank you, I said. After going to the machine shop for my deep well motor, drove through a food chain and ordered a two burgers and two spaghetti, for the laundry girl and me. When I came back, all my stuff were ready, warm still and neatly folded. Hay! The laundry lady put everything in the back of the car, it was the unloading in my home that was exhausting. Sigh. Comfortable in my quarantine, God deemed it wise to give me an activity. Compared to many, sigh, I must never complain. Motor will be repaired in five more days. That means I have to go to my daughter's unit for leisurely baths. Hu hu.