After a long sweaty day, we went up to our third floor to take a
shower. My husband went into the bathroom first. I heard him call out that the water pressure was low. The next thing he was standing wrapped in a towel with suds all over himself. There was no water.
I suggested we try the
second floor—perhaps the water might have made it up that high. So I put my bathing suit on and we went down there. He was in the shower, trying to get water, when my brother-in-law came up. He said something about
important business, a friend, downstairs.
I didn’t catch it. So he shouted
through the shower door before rushing off. My husband came out of the bathroom, but instead of mentioning this all-important business, said that there wasn't water on the 2nd floor either. He suggested we go to the well.
So I in my bathing suit and he--soapy and
with but a towel around him--walked down to rinse off at the well. I asked what his brother had said that was so important, and he said
that he had some important things to take care of at work. A friend would be by later with tea.
We
got downstairs in all our finery to be greeted by this friend. Perhaps "later" means anytime after now. The friend didn't raise an eyebrow, and my husband didn't miss a beat. He acted as if it was normal to run around naked in a towel with suds on his shoulder....and normal to have his wife prancing about in her bathing suit.
We sat in suds and sweat, and this man gave us
a tea-tasting time. He had brought four
kinds of Oolong tea. The Chinese tea cups are
small, slightly larger than a thimble.
He poured boiling water into a small container holding tea leaves. Then he strained the tea into a tiny pitcher. He poured the tea from the pitcher into our
thimble-sized cups. The first pour was always to make the tea cup hot. Like wine, after the third cup, I couldn’t tell the difference.
It was fun... and funny.
When the
friend left, we went out under the stars and took a well shower.
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