How many times have I walked away, to clean out the chicken house, or muck out the barn, while the water is running, filling up the bucket of water for the animals and I forgot about it.
Too many times, the water overflows as I walk down to the pond to check on the frogs eggs because my mind is no longer thinking about the water filling up the bucket, even though I told myself, I would repeat the words water and bucket over and over as take a picture of Zip before even thinking of the frog eggs.
I could be getting so much done, while the water flows from up from the ground, through the pipe, and out the hose into to the bucket. I have gotten so much done, only to come back and see the bucket like a waterfall, turning the hard packed earth around it to mud.
So now, after all these years, I stand and watch the water fill up the bucket.
It’s another kind of meditation I tell myself. Just for something different, instead of doing three things at once, do just one thing.
Watch the water flow into the bucket, and when it’s full, turn it off.
Yes one thing
:)
We used to have several horses in a former life. When the big plastic trough was low on water, I would drop the hose in to fill it from the well. One late afternoon I walked away to do something else that needed to be taken care of and quickly forgot about the water. Part of the pasture was flooded by the time I got back to it. A neighbor did the same thing once but then left for the day. His well had gone dry by the time he returned. As you see, this seems to happen to everyone sooner or later. Good that you found a simole “fix” for that problem.
Even for all the misery it has caused, I’m glad to hear I’m not along Karen. I have had nightmares about drying out our well.
I did something similar involving our soaker hoses we use to water our vegetables. I usually was pretty good at turning it on, setting a timer and turning it off. I got distracted one morning and didn’t remember the hose until lunchtime. I stepped into the garden and sunk in ankle deep in mud. Someday long after I am gone someone will dig up that space and wonder why there is a garden shoe buried so deep in the ground. The mud literally sucked my shoe off of my foot. I started carrying my timer with me after that.
HA! that is a really good way to make sure it doesn’t happen again Josie, to lose a shoe, such a good reminder! A timer is always a good idea.
Oh goodness, I totally resonate with this! Drives my husband crazy at times. I shall try the meditative approach. Sounds like a good plan. :)
Ha! We are not alone Barb. Jon worries about it too. :)