My outdoor shower took a bath!
There's nothing better than stumbling downstairs through the warm sticky and salty predawn to the warm water raining down as I stare at the stars of Orion resting in a pitch black sky listening to the waves sloppily kissing the shore.
Every part of my body wakes at once.
Before the Hurricane I wonder if it will be the last time, willing myself to remember every sight, sensation, sound and smell.
After the Hurricane I trip because the water has moved the deck so it no longer connects the porch to the shower so a foot sinks into mud and I catch myself on the wet wall of stucco.
Che thinks it's funny as I hold her in one arm and actually laughs as I barely miss slamming my head into the side of the house.
"DAMN IT!" I curse.
She giggles holding up her arms as though to say, "Can we do it again Daddy?"
Setting her down on the deck resting in the mud a couple of feet from the shower, I hand her my electric toothbrush which she happily sticks in her mouth and slide my naked body under the warm water.
"Ahhhh ..."
If you don't have an outdoor shower ... or are too much of a prude to enjoy the wonderful creation of your body in nature the way God intended it to be before Adam and Eve screwed it up for everybody ... it's pretty wonderful!
You should get one, lose the laundry and jump on in.
If you don't have an outdoor shower ... or are too much of a prude to enjoy the wonderful creation of your body in nature the way God intended it to be before Adam and Eve screwed it up for everybody ... it's pretty wonderful!
You should get one, lose the laundry and jump on in.
Che sticks one foot in the mud between the deck and the shower.
"Shit!" I grumble, jerking her up and taking off her clothes.
She giggles.
Our daughter loves an outdoor shower too.
So here we are ... after the Hurricane ... things are a bit disjointed ... but ... it's warm and sticky outside just the way we like it.
Warm water rains down as I point out the bright lights of Orion in a pitch black sky.
Waves sloppily kiss the shore in the distance as I sloppily kiss my giggling daughter.
It's okay the deck floated a few feet away, the downstairs bedrooms took on 20 inches of salt water and Sea Lice and Sarah, the girls and I are closer than we've ever been sharing two bedrooms upstairs.
We have each other.
And we still have here.
