View From My Bath

I hope this is not too risque (can't find the darn accent mark) for the web. Too bad it wasn't taken on a day when I was holding a glass of wine with my foot! Anyhow, the reader should be focused on the view. Speaking of which.......it's hard to have a bad day when everywhere you look is this fabulous view of the Pacific Ocean. Needless to say, it's almost impossible to get anything accomplished. We are staying secluded above the sea since Mark is still fighting through the pain. The doctors seem to think now that he has a pinched nerve so we're focusing on that this week with anti-inflamatory meds and rest. It's a tough life. Unfortunately, he can't comfortably ease himself into the bathtub. The world's cutest grandson can, however. The tub is an oversized claw-footed speciman with a bay window on one side that looks out on a tropical garden. He is full of giggles and sly smiles when he floats his boats on the surface, then tosses them all out, flops over and "swims." The last time he was here, even though it wasn't bath time, he insisted on getting in "Nanah's bathtub" with his clothes on. Such joy exists in the very young......something we might do well to recapture. I don't know how much joy his parents are experiencing this week since, according to his mother, he has a bad case of the MINEs.

Must go tend to the King of Pain........hope we're back on the beach soon.