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.
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.