Going, going, gone...
Two years ago almost to this day, the hottub broke. Actually it shutdown a few days after Larry's death. I guess it became a symbolic happening much like the old poem, "Casey at the Bat" where there was no joy in Mudville...
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.
Yeah, we've had many an enjoyable wintery evening in that tub--with many "good times and good friends". I might mention a few stops by the local constables as well! What happened in the tub, stayed in the tub!! Lips are sealed on that thought.
I need to make a decision whether to cover the hold or buy another tub. Time will tell.
Can you smell it? Can you see it? The calendar won't register it until the 23rd of September, but MY calendar has already clicked in--fall is teasing us, beckoning us to the change of seasons! Our days are sunny and bright, not hot and humid, while the nights contain just the right amount of chill and perfection. I've got a yen for cinnamon buns, sweatshirts, snuggling under the blankets, football, pumpkin pies, crunch of apples, and even macaroni and cheese. Even the arrival of spiders and their webs intrigue me...And, I want to bake, bake, bake!! My friends, you know me well. I despise the winter months, but truly enjoy fall and all it brings.
