Our Kitsilano tub
It is obvious that when one has written 6758 blogs there will be few new ones that will be completely original. I have many blogs on the subject of tubs in my life and even one on my heated toilet seat. Here they are:
But I will now venture into a more personal and intimate subject related to my tub in my Kitsilano duplex.
When Rosemary was alive we never used the Jacuzzi device available in my Japanese Toto tub which includes that heated toilet seat and the availability of not having to use toilet paper. Not using toilet paper is where I draw the line on progress.
Now with my increasingly worse arthritis the Jacuzzi does make it less painful for me to get into bed. It also sometimes relieves my constant thinking when I turn off the lights and insomnia sets in.
The intimate detail about Rosemary, our tub and me is that many a time after she would get out of the tub she would tell me that the water was there and I could get in. I would use the water not thinking in the least that we were saving energy by using the same water.
And there was one more intimate detail. We often got into the tub at the same time. She would be on one end and me on the other. You can guess how toes would come into action.
