I was amazed when I saw that my last posting was on July 31. It's already autumn, the leaves have fallen (Ugh, what a mess) and hubby and I just spent last weekend cleaning up the lake house knowing that we probably would not be back for a couple of months. Saturday was mostly and outside day as we raked leaves (and raked and raked some more). Sunday was very chilly out and my plan was to do laundry, vacuum, and clean tge bathroom. That's where the post takes its almost predicted turn as I had scrubbed the shower, wiped down the shower curtain, and cleaned the floor. All that was left was cleaning the toilet, but all of a sudden I got sentimental knowing that the enema can (and, no, we won't take it with us to down home) wouldn't be used for some time either. I had some time, so I made myself a good warm, soapy enema, hung the can and slowly savored every minute and every drop. It was a marvelous cleaning out, too. Afterwards, I rinsed the hose and the can, dried everything, coiled the hose into can and returned it to its shelf complete with a new bouquet of plastic flowers that I picked up in town. My last act was to clean the toilet, pack our clothes, and load the car.
I'm always a bit sad to leave the lake house and all the memories that we have made there. Also, to leave the enema can knowing that the enemas that I'll take in the next few months will be from our combination bag. Don't get me wrong because it gives perfectly good enemas, but there is just that lack of nostalgia. I'll get over it though and will hopefully post again soon.