For some reason, I seem to be chastising myself when it comes to “simple things”. Today, that means washing hands and rinsing dishes.
Fortunate to live in a country where obtaining potable water does not involve a 3-mile walk with a 50-pound container on my head, I have only to pull a shiny, chrome-finished handle. In the blink of an eye, I am gifted with as much temperature-controlled water as I wish.
Perhaps I am thinking about this more while seeing drought affecting our western states. I suppose that happens when problems hit closer to home. Knowing that a billion people in our world are making that 3-mile walk has apparently not made the impact that it should be making. Shameful.
