Even though I am happy as the proverbial clam up here on my mountain, still I miss a few things about our old house.
For one, having my buddy Susan living across the street. I have tried to persuade her to move out this way, but she has the nerve to sincerely enjoy being a city girl. Go figure.
I also have been missing my glorious huge bathtub in that place. It was indulgently enormous -- big enough that I could put enough water in it to float. Sort of.
When we bought our new house I was thrilled that it too had a ginormous bathtub. And this one was a Jacuzzi with powerful jets.
How cool would that be when I'm aching all over, I thought.
l fired that thing up as soon as we had moved in and I wanted a bath.
AAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKK!
Black strings and chunks began spewing from the jets.
Apparently the previous owners had never cleaned this thing. Disgusting.
What followed was a whole year of buying spa/hot tub/jetted bathtub products followed by endless hope that the result would be a tub filled with sparkling clear water.
It was an expensive and exhausting adventure. I am glad that we have our own well. I don't think we could have afforded the city water bill had we been in our old house.
Ah, but persistence paid off when this happened:
I couldn't believe my eyes. I rubbed them and looked again.
Wahoo!
Life is good; especially in my clean bathtub.
2 comments:
Julia, it's so good to see you posting more regularly again and yes, there is nothing quite like a soak in a hot bath. The aches and pains just seem to melt away and then you sleep so much better! Enjoy!
Is that a lovely glass of wine I spy? Hope so. Nothing more relaxing than soaking in a tub, with a plastic (break proof) glass of wine, in my opinion, that is.
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