Rub-A-Dub-Dub There’s a Man in the Tub
Over the New Year’s Holiday, we traveled to Chicago to help my son and his wife move for the second time in three months (the place they were renting went into foreclosure). After moving 17 pick-up loads of their stuff, we decided to spend this past Saturday seeing something of downtown Chicago. We took the El from Evanston where they live down to “The Loop" as it is called. We walked from the El station to Millennium Park, took some silly pictures by The Bean sculpture, admired the marvelous architecture, got dark hot chocolate from Caribou Coffee, were approached by an aggressive panhandler and walked back to a different El station. It was really fun and frightfully cold. I got chilled like any normal person would. When we got back to my son’s new place, after a 5 block walk from the train station, I was still shivering, so I decided to sit in a warm bath, something I have done only once or twice in the past 20 years due to my former size and rarely getting chilled like that when I was more insulated. It was a whirlpool bath that both warmed me and took the edge off the soreness I felt from having moved all that stuff up and down flights of stairs. As I sat in the tub, I realized that I was experiencing a WOW moment, something that occurs less frequently now that I am 18 months out from surgery, but one that I especially relished……I fit in the tub with room to spare and I had no problems getting in or out of it, despite its depth. My family thought it was funny that I had enjoyed soaking in the tub for awhile and asked if I had read a romance novel and eaten peppermint bon-bons while doing so. I had done neither, but I will admit that I am looking forward to visiting my son, his wife, and their tub again sometime soon.
RP
