On the 1st of each month I reluctantly scribble down a large number onto a rectangular piece of paper that secures my sanity and drains my bank account. Amongst my daily do's I had an orientation of a sorts, I learned about the art of watering Bonsai trees as I must look after five of them this month. I felt my hands clam as my eyes twitched because I know these beloved plants are in my care.
I also forgot about taking baths in lieu of showers. Now THIS is an art. I once loved the ritual and solitude of bathing. This evening, September 1st, I decided to draw a bath in remembrance of all I had learned about Bonsais. This evening I drew a bath while toasting the great Spirits with a glass of Cotes de Duras. Surely I didn't stop short of lighting candles, even the 'special occasion' bathroom wall sconce pillars (they don't make the right candles to fit these Medieval sons of bitches anymore).......
Moments pass.... basking, my favorite Roussel’s piece-'1928 setting of the Psalm 8' streaming in the background. This is beautiful. Consigned to oblivion.
I realize less than 7 minutes have passed. The water is cooling off far to quickly, I notice the candles while my eyes are closed and my iphone is not fully charged! I just know it! Has the price of postage stamps gone up sense I last sent out my rent 30 days ago!? I cannot do this.
Bathing situation.
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