My husband and I had some hardscape work done at the cottage and decided that we had to take a long weekend to see how it looked before writing the final check. Besides, we hadn’t been there in about six weeks and while we knew that most of the fall foliage was gone, there might be some pretty leaves still about. Moreover, my husband just bought a new digital camera and was dying to try it out.
Friday morning saw light rain at home, but it also meant overcast skies—maybe not the best for picture taking, but a weekend away sounded good just the same. By the time we got to the cottage it was mid afternoon, there was not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was really pleasant—maybe it was perfect photo shoot time after all. We took our things into the house and did our usual walkaround to make certain there were no problems, but because there had been rain overnight, the ground was quite muddy so I switched from my Nike’s into a pair of wellies. We set out for a pleasant walk in the balmy air and finally got back some two hours later as the sun was going down and the shadows getting considerably longer.
After dinner, we went to bed early. While we do have TV, the offerings were not especially good and being together with nothing else to do has its certain appeal if you catch my drift. At 7:30 when daylight became noticeable the sound of rain hitting the window depressed us because that was hardly a good omen for photography. I got up, went down the hall to the bathroom having decided to take a shower. I ran the water and proceeded to step out of my pajamas. That’s when I spied my enema can. I know I’ve written about it before, but there is something about that can that just gets my pulse to quicken. While I’ve taken a couple enemas over the past six weeks, those were at home from our ancient combination bag. Still good enemas, but hardly as exciting as using that can.
The decision was made, so I shut off the shower, attached the hose to the can’s outlet, and filled it with water. The bar of Ivory that is kept in the bottom floated to the top and a few minutes later I was convinced that everything was ready. The can got hung from the nail on the wall and I assumed the knee chest position on the rug on the floor. I inserted the nozzle and began the flow. The temperature was perfect and the water felt deliciously warm as it continued to flood my insides—there is just something about an enema that is therapeutic in so many ways.
Some 20 minutes later I had finished taking as well as holding my two quarts of enjoyment and moved to the toilet where I submitted to its insistence to flow out of me. While I was anything but constipated, this was like so many other times when I was literally amazed at what I had contained. When I decided that I was finally finished, I turned on the water in the shower once more. Afterward I got dressed and met my husband in the kitchen where being the sweetie that he is he was just making us pancakes and bacon. Coffee was already made and I poured a cup waiting for the pancakes to come off the griddle. Breakfast was delicious and the rain tapered off just as we finished. The sun started to peer out from behind the clouds and we decided that maybe we really should take a closer look at the hardscape job, which we had managed to ignore on Friday. We could see sizeable puddles still remaining between the house and the lake, so once more it was wellies wearing time.
We ventured out through the puddles and mud to look at the job. It was beautiful, but the downside was that we had to now write a sizeable check. When I didn’t complain about that, my husband looked at me and said, “Wow, you’re in a great mood today. What did you do, take an enema this morning?”
My only reply was “Yes, but I didn’t think I was that transparent. But they do make me feel great!”
“I know. We have been married long enough for me to know you by now.”
Some years ago I was attributed with the statement “Every home should have an enema bag,” but I have modified that now with “Every home should have some kind of enema equipment, whether it is a bag, can, or bulb.”