10:36 p.m. - 25 March 2003
H is for Haven
H is for Haven
It is my firm belief that everyone should have a haven: a nice safe hidey-hole to bury one's head in the sand for a while. Lee would say that the whole house is my safe spot, but that's not entirely true. There is one spot that I love above all others: the bathtub.
Lee thinks taking a bath is a little weird, and to be honest, I always take a shower first and rinse off well afterwards -- I'm a little paranoid. But for the most part, he doesn't really bother me when I'm in there. I can fill up the tub with as much hot water and suds as I can stand and relax with a book.
Oh, yes, a book. I never soak in the tub without a good book, although I do try to make sure it's one I won't mind too much if it gets wet (I'm never particularly graceful, and combining that with water is just asking for trouble). I also try to make sure it's one that won't require too much thinking, either, so Faulkner is right out. Besides, that would put me to sleep.
Right now the bathtub is offlimits: there's a batch of beer in there. We should bottle it tomorrow night, and then I can have my bathtub back. Right now, I need it: there's no way I can see a TV from in there, and I'm in no hurry to change that.
This has been an entry for AlphaBytes. I'm working my way through the alphabet backwards just because I can.
