If this was the opening scene of a costume drama, the high priestess would slash open some poor small critter, and pull out its entrails. The crowd would gasp. The omens are bad.
Well, I am not launching a thousand ships to assist in fetching the wandering wife of a minor Greek potentate. I am simply planning on moving to Mexico. And I am not certain what the omens are telling me.
Let's start with the prop in the center of the stage. You have all met Mr. Hot Tub. I dine there. I read there. I relax there.
It was the first item I bought for my move to Salem in 1993. In fact, the hot tub was set up even before the remodeling on the house was complete. If I were ever to describe myself as a person of place, the place would be the hot tub.
And you may recall my cries of anguish when I thought it was dieing. In tub with a view, I concluded that the tub had stopped heating water. In tinkering with tomorrow, we learned that I think I have no handyman skills. In smug as a bug in a tub, we learned I am handier than I thought: I fixed the heater.
But maybe not. Now I have lost all power to and through the tub. Nothing works. Nada.
And here is where the omens come into play. To get a repairman to simply come out and look at the tub: $150. Then there will be the cost of replacing aging electronics.
If the hot tub is the symbol of why I came and stayed in Salem, my decision to not resuscitate it may be the omen that it is time to move on to Mexico. But we already knew I was going to do that. It just feels good that everything is pushing me that way.
If I see the spirit of Maria Callas hanging out at the hot tub, I will know why she is here. She is merely auditioning for another stab at Medea.
Well, I am not launching a thousand ships to assist in fetching the wandering wife of a minor Greek potentate. I am simply planning on moving to Mexico. And I am not certain what the omens are telling me.
Let's start with the prop in the center of the stage. You have all met Mr. Hot Tub. I dine there. I read there. I relax there.
It was the first item I bought for my move to Salem in 1993. In fact, the hot tub was set up even before the remodeling on the house was complete. If I were ever to describe myself as a person of place, the place would be the hot tub.
And you may recall my cries of anguish when I thought it was dieing. In tub with a view, I concluded that the tub had stopped heating water. In tinkering with tomorrow, we learned that I think I have no handyman skills. In smug as a bug in a tub, we learned I am handier than I thought: I fixed the heater.
But maybe not. Now I have lost all power to and through the tub. Nothing works. Nada.
And here is where the omens come into play. To get a repairman to simply come out and look at the tub: $150. Then there will be the cost of replacing aging electronics.
If the hot tub is the symbol of why I came and stayed in Salem, my decision to not resuscitate it may be the omen that it is time to move on to Mexico. But we already knew I was going to do that. It just feels good that everything is pushing me that way.
If I see the spirit of Maria Callas hanging out at the hot tub, I will know why she is here. She is merely auditioning for another stab at Medea.
5 comments:
I LOVE a hot tub and was seldom without one in , unlike you, lots of moving about - but in Mexico it hasn't happened.\\When reading about yours I am reminded at just how much I enjoy that hot water.
You could get a temescal in Mexico and not an eye would blink - but a hot tub - now there is an unusual sight - actually our friends Miguel and Veronica have one - we have yet to be invited over ;-0
As MUCH as you love that hot tub, you KNOW you need to get it fixed. Good grief, if it has worked for this long, consider yourself lucky........go for it! A true pleasure should never be denied, I always say.......
John and Babs -- You are both correct; without the hot tub, I am only 10% Steve Cotton. I may end up biting the bullet on a last ditch repair. If I were retiring in Salem, I would probably just buy a new hot tub. But I am not -- so I won't.
As part of the process of readying yourself for life in Mexico, use this as a window for weaning yourself from the hot tub. Fixing it isn't going to increase the sales value of your house.
Jennifer -- Good point. I am going to end up spending a small fortune on repairs to the place vbefore i can sell it. As of this morning, I now owe just over three more house payments on my mortgage. Now that will be a celebratory post. break out the Dom Perignon in October.
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