Saturday, April 21, 2012

A true story to make you smile

Isn't this lovely?  Blogger has changed things, and I don't see how to apply a new header.  My readers may get pretty tired of seeing the same old picture for the rest of the life of this blog. 

Yesterday Cliff and I got in the hot tub.  I don't know what time it was, perhaps 8 A.M.  It had been a long time since we'd used it, because when I got the tattoo I was told to stay out of hot tubs for two to four weeks.  Yesterday was three weeks.  


If you walk in our front door, you can see the corner of the hot tub.  When it's in use, the cover is off, and leaning against the side of it.  
Cliff and I spent our fifteen minutes in the hot tub, enjoying the view and the warmth.  We got out and I put my fluffy white terrycloth robe on.  Cliff always forgets he has a fluffy white robe and grabs a towel that barely goes around him; consequently, he freezes on the trip from the hot tub into the house.  He headed for his bathroom, I headed through the living room toward mine.  As I passed the front door, I heard someone walking around on the front porch, and someone's voice.  
I opened the door and there was Arick, with big-foot Titan at his side.  Arick was on the phone.  
"You can come on in," I said.  "We've been in the hot tub."  
"I know," he answered.  "When I opened the door a while ago, I saw the cover leaning against the hot tub and came right back out.  I thought, 'Oh no!  Grandma and Grandpa are in the hot tub, and they're NAKED!'"  
He sounded like the very thought scared him to death.  
It's true.  We're in the country, there's nothing but pasture in back of the house; why would we bother with bathing suits?  
And to be honest, Cliff and I are a pretty scary sight when we're naked.  
If we were in the hot tub now, we would be looking at frost on the alfalfa Cliff mowed yesterday.  In past years I would would have worrying and grieving over the tomato and pepper plants I'll likely lose, out in the garden.   This year?  Not so much.  My daughter has breast cancer; who cares about a few plants?  I can buy more.



12 comments:

Honeysuckle Haven Cottage said...

I dont think i could ever get tired of that header. I love anything country & that sure is :)

Rachel said...

I don't think it's fair for you to think I'll be OK without plenty of peppers. STOP MAKING DECISIONS FOR ME!

:)

Love you, Mom.

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

Yes, it is funny how our attitudes change toward things when we discover just what is truly important. I know mine have changed in the past 20 years big time. Lots of people worry about the small stuff. Now I know where the saying about don't sweat the small stuff came from...people that have realized that very thing. Our spring sure has been up and down with the weather here. But that's ok.

Spyder said...

Funny how something can change your perspective! Sending healing prayers for your daughter!

Helen said...

If you spray cold water from the hose on things that have frost on them before it melts then the damage is not so bad. I read what Rachel said, do as she says LOL.

darev2005 said...

Hee hee hee! Poor Arick! He might be scarred for life.

I haven't figured out how to do anything other than post with the new Blogger format. learning our way around this one will be an adventure, I'm sure.

Paula said...

Kinda funny about naked in the hot tub.

Margaret said...

Love Rachel's sense of humor! She's a tough lady. And so are you. Cancer does give one perspective about what is important and what isn't. xoxo

PFL0W said...

Two notes:

1) actually, I've heard that clothing--swim suits--in the hot tub mess it up, with the soap from our laundry. I don't know if it's true but I hear it time and again.

2) I hate what Blogger has done, don't know why they did it--unless, of course, to "improve it"--and can't believe they think this is an improvement since it's bigger and less simple and understandable than before.

I planned on posting about the changes as soon as I could get to it today.

Mo Rage

PFL0W said...

Two notes:

1) actually, I've heard that clothing--swim suits--in the hot tub mess it up, with the soap from our laundry. I don't know if it's true but I hear it time and again.

2) I hate what Blogger has done, don't know why they did it--unless, of course, to "improve it"--and can't believe they think this is an improvement since it's bigger and less simple and understandable than before.

I planned on posting about the changes as soon as I could get to it today.

Mo Rage

Debbie said...

Blogger never would let me add a header picture, I assume I was doing something wrong. Gosh, I wish they'd leave stuff alone.

That's funny about your grandson staying on the porch so he wouldn't see you and Cliff naked. Hahaha!

Yeah, our priorities change real quick sometimes.

TARYTERRE said...

I will not UPDATE to the new BLOGGER format until I'm forced, kicking and screaming. They should have left things alone. On a lighter note, I chuckled over your hot tub story. A few years back we rented a cottage in the woods with a hot tub. We LOVED it. Was a novelty to us. We sat in it under the stars, then to see the sun rise, etc. We had bathing suits on. But one day we thought why not go au natural. That was the day the owners decided to pop up to see how we were doing. We managed to get inside before their car parked. We were so embarrassed. Never did answer the door. LOL Take care.