Rub-a-Dub Dub

Dee’s stuck in the tub. Yes. Perhaps four times in three years I have used the jetted tub. I had a bad health day. You don’t want to hear about that.

I got the water up over the jets and turned the jets on. Five minutes later, they would not go off. I had a day-mare of Maintenance showing up with me naked in the tub. Luckily my husband the physicist was home and he turned it off at the breaker. I was terrified and shook for an hour before starting dinner. Here’s the haiku.

The jets were soothing

My skin was smoothing

In all it was a good day

Call maintenance now


We have jobs. Today my husband enters his last weekday of freedom. We’ll have the weekend together then things will change. We will each be able to do our jobs. He will be able to be out of my kitchen, out of the way at least a few days a week and I’ll have to take the dog out 5X per day alone. Tradeoffs. He gets to make money. I get to vacuum, and run the dishwasher and washing machine and pay the bills as he will not be omnipresent on the phone and need silence.

I always liked preparing things like having all the laundry done and meals planned out and set up for weekends, when he was coming home every night. Now he will not be here during the week. It has been routine and now I find myself awakening with my arms stretched out to his pillow.

Oh, don’t worry about dog Zoe. She’s an opportunist and just thinks, yeah, that’s MY space! Zoe, you are too furry to be my husband, and I know the difference. She has two beds at home, three if you include ours, and an orthopedic bed in my car for trips. No, she’s not spoiled, but when she takes over his pillows……. Dee

ps A dear friend lost her mother recently and we promised a museum visit in her honor. Perhaps this weekend is the best time to do so.


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