My husband was watching the news in Georgia – it was Fox News, he says – and called me to say the newsreaders are sometimes the best entertainment on TV. The topic was putting stuff into Coke in bottles and seeing the Coke surge up to the sky. She said that the people set off about 300 geezers. Yes, can you visualize 300 old folks running around all “set off” and agitated? About three minutes later, she heard something in her earphone, looked upset and said that it was 300 geysers.

Well, I guess she has her nickname now.

As it turns out, trouble with a drain kept me away from Bag Day at Trinity Methodist. I think it is resolved now. I don’t want to have to do that again, not as bad as snaking the sink, but up there.

However, I did get something from the rummage sale this morning via Alison; she brought me a water globe containing a lighthouse and and a brown lodge-like house that stands on two sides – if the lighthouse had sides.

Of course, the house is just an lump of ceramic etched to look like a domicile on the outside, but I know what is inside – sort of. I can see the wooden floors and the area rugs, the fireplace and the upstairs hall, the kitchen and the breakfast/lunch nook, and the vestibule for coats and boots.

I know that is where I live with my laptop and I guess satellite connected Internet. But something has happened and I am too large, not to mention I don’t breathe well under water. I suppose the song it plays fits my situation: Impossible Dream.

In, ACK, now 26 minutes, I will go take a shower. I like being clean, but fine showering a chore: get your clothes off, adjust the water temperature, hop in, shampoo you hair, wash you body, rinse you hair, shampoo your hair again, rinse again and get out. I have a reputation for being FAST. Nature made me a water conservationist.

I suppose it might be more useful to take a bath and use then use the soapy water for other things – soaking the dusty blinds? Oh, that is such a pain. Inviting others in to gather round on little stools and soak their feet? Even if I found a daily purpose for the bath water, it probably wouldn’t negate the feeling I always have to “get this water thing” over with.

The best part of the shower/bath experience for me is the robe made out of toweling. Then there’s the time it takes to get dressed.

But, today, like every other day for the most part, I am going to do it. And, I guess, then we will be heading out to bag day at Trinity Methodist. The absolute last thing of little consequence that I need to do is bring more stuff into this place. You can only have so many old wooden meat tenderizers; I don’t use them, I just look at them piled in a big pot with a rounded bottom and remember my grandmother and how I loved her.

Grandma introduced me to embroidery, homemade comforters and quilts, hooked rugs and those little salt dishes that people dipped their onions in. Not that I ever did that. She loved tomatoes and as I grew older so do I. That is probably a good thing because if I kept the tomatoes around to remind me of grandma, that would be a little messy. it is better that i like to eat them.

Oh, heck, I ‘m not going to drag this out; I ‘m going to get it over with – shower, here I come.