MY LAST BATH???

Well, okay.  Maybe it’s not my VERY last bath but the countdown has begun.  We’ve not moved into our new apartment quite yet but the tub-less era is fast approaching.  No question about that. 

And probably with good reason.

Our new and lovely space at the Retirement Center doesn’t have a single bathtub!  I understand why but that doesn’t mean I like it.  Even the children are concerned. I hear them muttering among themselves. Should we be concerned about her personal hygiene, they ask.  And what about her “attitude” without those long, healing soaks? How bad might this get?

Well, no worries about hygiene, my dears.  Cleanliness will prevail but there’s a fair degree of sadness.  Without bath-time, an important part of my daily life is gone. Poof!  Just like the bubbles in the bathtub. 

Through the years, all those beautiful foaming bath bubbles, the tubfuls of hotter-than-hot water, generous splashes of aromatic salts and a few floating duckies have served me well.  There were many days when one bath was simply not enough.  I always emerged relaxed, rejuvenated and refreshed.  My very soul had been soothed.

But I can do this.  I know I can.  I’ll cope.  I can and I will, eventually, take a shower.  It’s just that I don’t look forward to it.  It’s as simple as that.