Purchased in the early days of our marriage, the hot tub served as a much needed remedy for my husband’s middle-aged aches and pains (and mine, too).
For the last 5 years (give or take a few months) the hot tub has remained
empty and unused due to some mechanical something or another. Woodland creatures have chewed one of the
exterior siding panels, which have faded from the elements.
The first year, maybe I didn’t mind this so much, but by
this Spring, I was pretty tired of looking at the decaying hot tub that was
taking up nearly one-quarter of the real estate on our small patio. Not too long ago, I vowed to my
husband that I would hire minions to take it away one afternoon if we didn’t
repair it.Thanks a lot, John Boehner.
My husband, as most of you know, is presently a
non-essential worker of the U.S. government.
He has some time on his hands while the Tea Party anarchists who are
currently running our country into the ground make it impossible for him to
work.
Anticipating the lengths that these radical wingnuts would go
to, I helpfully made a list of things – suggestions, really – that my husband
might want to do to occupy his time during a government shutdown.
He made his own list and at the top of it? The hot tub.
The scrubbing took a few days last week but I have to
confess my husband did a great job.
Next, he went to Home Depot and had a piece of wood cut to exact
specifications. This week he’ll begin to reconstruct and stain the exterior of
the hot tub so that it doesn’t look like a hideout for survivalist vagabonds
(or rats).
At the end of this week will come the ministrations of an
electrician, who, I have been lead to believe, will resurrect the hot tub as a
working symbol of the good life.
We will have roiling hot water again, to soothe our aches
and pains. And I will never be able to
get rid of the damn thing.John Boehner’s fondness for hot water has seeped into my life in more ways than one, it seems. Then again, I guess I have lots of company on that score.
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