It was so hot and humid out today and I worked like a trooper outside for hours to get ready for Canada Day.
In the process of doing this, I happened to squeeze out every last ounce of moisture that my body had managed to capture and I was left desperate to replenish the lost fluids. Little did I realize the tragic circumstances I would face in my search for something to drink.
There was no lemonade in the fridge and no orange juice. There was a little bit of apple juice but apple juice is not high up on the approved list of thirst quenchers. Lots of cold pop but I have never turned to pop to rehydrate myself. Maybe some orange pop, now and then, but we didn’t have any.
I made a mad dash for the freezer, hoping to find popsicles. There were only a few banana popsicles there and those things are the devil’s handiwork.
So, I was beat.
Then I noticed a tall pitcher of something in the fridge which I had overlooked. The pitcher was filled to the brim with a clear liquid. Almost in full panic attack by this time, I filled a large glass with this liquid and headed out to sit under the maple tree.
I sipped away at this odd material until ounce by boring ounce, it disappeared. I was to learn later, upon inquiry, that what I had consumed was water.
I was surprised to find that it went down fairly well on a blistering hot day but it’s bland as baby mash and the sugar content seems to be very much on the low side.
However, I am glad to know that should I ever again face death by dehydration, I could, as a last resort, try a glass of water.
I shouldn’t complain but water doesn’t seem like a very manly beverage so if you don’t mind, I would like to keep all this between me and you. Thanks a lot.
©2020 Jim Hagarty
