Perpetual Ruminations

Nice Water!

It's been a busy day; the water guy was over two days ago to check our water system because it's gotten very rusty. I should have notified the landlord sooner, but with the chemo and medical appointments, and me spending so much time lost in the chemo fog, it just got worse and worse. The old softener we had was likely installed when the house was built, a definite antique. But it seemed to do the trick even though the water still had a bit of an iron taste. (All the water in this county seems to be heavy with iron)

But I called the landlord about our water having a slightly orange color after sitting, and he called in the water guy to get us fixed up. He checked everything on Monday, then ordered a new, modern softener and installed it this morning. It's amazing to have crystal clear water again. But now we have to learn how much soap to use. For example, we hand-wash our dishes, and we had so much suds using the amount of soap we normally do that we had to rinse everything twice. I imagine the laundry will be the same; we won't need half the soap to get things clean.

After he left, I had to go in to get an infusion of water after they removed the 24-hour chemo pump I came home with yesterday. This takes a couple of hours, which puts it time to get dinner going when we did get home. We had to stop and get some baby potatoes and cabbage, as well as another bottle of iron out, so we can start removing the rust stains from our clothes and dishes, as well as the sinks, showers, and toilets.

Now, dinner is done, the dishes are washed and put away, and I'm relaxing for a bit in here. Tomorrow I'll be home alone, well except for the dogs; my wife is finally being returned to work, but under restrictions and only four hours a day for the first week, then six next week, and up to eight the third week, but still with a lot of restrictions. (She was injured while working in a care facility when a rather large patient was being assisted to the bathroom and passed out, landing on her as she did her job to let him down as gently as possible and keep him from injury. In the process, he landed on one of her legs that was at an incorrect angle, and she tore a tendon off her hip.)

Anyway, I don't foresee any problems and am hoping I'm up to cleaning up some of the rust-stained items and having a nice dinner ready for her when she gets home.