“There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: “I’ll go take a hot bath.”
Sylvia Plath — The Bell Jar
Since I can remember a tub has always been one of the pleasures in my life. In my Buenos Aires we call them bañaderas. When we moved to Mexico there they were called tina de baño.
Until 10 years ago I must confess that frequently my Rosemary and I would share the tub. I am trying to find the nerve to propose that we bring back that nice custom.
This Christmas in Burnaby, Hilary (The Stewarts they are) gave me this splendid device that will enable me to read while bathing. I regularly do this and I must confess that I have paid a few dollars to the Vancouver Public Library for accidental book immersions.
Such accidents will be a thing of the past and I even predict that my NY Times or novel will share space with a mug of strong tea.
Thank you Hilary!
Originally published at blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com.
