The Bath is Catching On!

I mean, look, I don't think I'm the only one who loves to bathe.  But I am delighted to report that I think my obsession with bathing is starting to yield a real community result.  Last night before bed, I got a text from my friend over at the Department of Justice indicating that I'd be proud to know he had just emerged from a lovely bath in our nation's capital.  Now Katie is over to take her own bath in our now famous bathtub.  In case you don't know, Katie's bathing skills are legendary.  She even planned her entire wedding in a couple of relaxing dips over some glasses of champagne. I was sadly out of town during this phase of planning, but I think that was back when she would bathe beside her glorious vase of grand ostrich feathers.  Man were those ostrich feathers something!  It goes without saying that I consider a visit to our bathtub from such a bathing connoisseur an honor.  And of course, Katie had already concocted a foolproof bathing plan while putting her active baby down for a nap this afternoon.  The basics seem to be rosewater (no bubbles, no salts, just pure), with green tea and a nice dark Lagunitas beer to drink and a crossword puzzle for entertainment.  The tea was brewed in a glass rather than a mug - this particularly impressed me.  Somehow so much more bath appropriate I think?

I myself am just freshly out of today's bath.  It was good good - Cherry Blossom french bubbles, scalding hot water, and an English Garden magazine.  Sadly, the Gerbera daisies from two weeks ago were finally on their last legs, but they went out in a noble finish next to the rose petals saved from
Thursday's bath.

I should note that while I enjoyed the aesthetics of the Gerberas, they are a bit tricky because their small petals disperse in the water  a bit messily, and they don't add much in the way of spa softening benefits or scent.  Still, I'm very glad I added them, because they helped me feel I was in one of the English Gardens I was reading about in English Garden magazine.

Fantasizing about fields of snow drops and daffodils while fielding happy Saturday calls and texts, I spent a very pleasant hour in the water.  I would have spent significantly more time there (still hadn't even cracked open my new "Mother Earth's Guide to Country Skills" or the ditzy gossip magazines that I'd bought this afternoon).  But my bathtub had gotten cold, and because we are at the top of an uninsulated, unheated shell of a building, the water has to run cold for so long that warming it up with some hot top-off (as I usually do in the long bath) is out of the question.  I briefly considered draining and refilling completely for bath number two, but reluctantly vetoed the idea as too self-indulgent, even for me.  Well its a good thing that I did exercise that self control!  There are, after all, others who want to bathe.  As we speak, Avi is playing some fun Saturday evening music and nicely waiting for his turn to go into the water.  Ok, bye bye, I'm off to cook some of the root vegetables Katie brought me from the farm.  See you in the bath lines friends.