Hot Tub

I guess its somewhat appropriate that I begin my blog with an article about my hot tub. It is after all, my place of solace and contemplation, of meditation and relaxation. I am a Pisces, a child of water, and this is where I belong. When I am in my tub, I feel very much like Bo Derek in the movie Splash, in the scene where she finally finds herself alone in Tom Hank's apartment and indulges in a soak in his tub. The expression on her face as she slowly unfurls her tailfins in the water is something I can totally relate to. Water is my home base, my most primal and basic need. When I'm in the hot tub, there is no other stimulus available to me. I can't read, write, talk on the phone, do puzzles. All I can do is deal with my brain, and all the myriad of thoughts that come through while I'm in there. It's a place of dealing with issues, a place of rehearsing retorts, and solving conundrums. Or its a place of meditation, of looking at the stars, feeling the heat of the water on my skin and releasing the pressures of the day. No wonder I gravitate to that holy place!
We've had the tub for three years now, and I'm still in there about four or five times a week. I assured Dennis, my husband, that it would be put to good use, and I have proven that ten fold. With all the stresses that life delivers, I can say that this one indulgence has maintained my sanity and kept me within the boundaries of life more than once.
As my old neighbor used to say to his lawnmower as we kids chuckled in the upstairs window, "My, oh my, what a wonderful machine!"