Shannon was in the shower when it happened.
She was mid-way through her hair conditioning routine where she seductively but gently weaves the conditioner into her hair. Probably saying “Mmmmm” as she feels her silky smooth locks glide between her fingers…
Okay, I’m probably imagining the details of that process in a much more sexy way than it actually was but hey… she’s my wife and that’s perfectly legal.
Let’s reset to a more real version…
Shannon quickly pulled the conditioner through hair that had been abused by multiple days of cottage living as she tried not to think about the spider just outside the shower stall. As she tipped her head under the shower head the water… stopped.
This was all transpiring at her family’s cottage where we were staying for the week. It’s a wonderful but rustic spot that was built by hand by her grandfather in the 1950s and then maintained and improved by her uncles.
Luckily, one of those uncles was there and he sprang into action.
He sprang in such a way as if to say “screw you” to all of his 79 years and “you’re out of shape, lazy, useless, and know nothing about cottage repair” to me.
The water for the cottage is pulled in from a large spring-fed lake. It’s somewhat potable if boiled but largely just used for cleaning (shower, dishwasher, etc.).
My crash course in water pumps began.
It was like a live-action YouTube ‘How To’ video except I had to actually do stuff.
Uncle Ron leaped down the hillside with the agility and ease of a man twenty-five years younger, provided that man isn’t me. He whipped open the pump housing and determined the filter was gummed up with lake things.
Well, that and the intake hose had a crack in it which was allowing in air.
The pump was still trying to take in water but was bringing too much air into the mix and then getting stuck at a filter that was too full of crap… figuratively and literally, probably.
The crack was repaired.
A fresh filter was obtained.
Filtered water once again flowed.
I’ve noted some people proudly stating that so-and-so has “no filter”.
Like this was a positive.
This is not a positive.
This means this person spews out whatever comes in to their mind.
Their words could be pure or they could be full of Loon poo.
Filters stop the Loon poo.
I think the notion that someone has “no filter” is a way of saying that their words are not shackled and are free.
While true, there is no regard for the quality of their words.
They could be full of Otter crap.
The choice is between being at a cottage with a water filter and one with no water filter.
We need filters.
Our uninformed opinions and misinformed knowledge are the crap we need to carefully filter by learning more before we turn on the tap.
We need to feel, think, learn, think again, then speak.
Of course, we’re not perfect.
Every now and then, we need a clean filter because the old one will get gummed up.
Living without a filter sounds like freedom but it isn’t.
It means you’re showering in shit.
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You’re a master of analogy! And good to know the lake has loons and otters in abundance. With healthy digestive tracts!
My father had no filter and it was definitely not something to brag about. It usually made me want to crawl into the nearest hole & die of embarrassment. I wish we all had thought bubbles above our heads that only we could read before and edit before anyone else knew what we were thinking. You have the right to your opinion, you are under no obligation to share it. Hurtful opinions should be kept themselves