As has been the tradition for as long as we have owned the cottage, the Sunday of Labor Day weekend sort of officially marks the end of summer, but it is also when several of our nearby neighbors and us hold a clambake. In planning for this event we ordered 36 dozen clams, 24 ears of corn, and a half keg of beer. It is truly a feast!
All went well and we had a great time. It would be the last time that all of the neighbors could get together until next spring. We had to social distance and when not eating each of us was careful to wear a mask.
When I say that all went well, that was true until Monday morning when too many clams and too much other stuff caught up with me. After getting up and going to the bathroom it was apparent that what I needed most was a good enema. With my trusty enema can that is an easy enough thing to prepare and only a few minutes later was lying on the bathroom rug as two quarts of warm soapy water was filling my insides. The warmth felt great but so was the knowledge that it was soon going to clean me out. Sensing that the can had emptied, I shut the clamp and stayed put for 10 minutes with the nozzle still up my bum.
Eventually, the enema was telling me that it needed to come out, so out came the nozzle and I moved to the toilet. This enema clearly took much longer to expel than to take, but what a sense of relief. I had no sooner finished when my husband came into the bathroom, saw the enema can and knew what I had been doing. Then much to my surprise he admitted that he wanted to do the same. By then I had finished and took the can down from the wall, made hubby his enema, rehung the can, wished him well, and left the bathroom.
I was seated at the kitchen counter savoring a cup of coffee when he finally came out. We both had smiles on our faces and why not because everything worked as hoped for. There’s nothing like a quantity of warm Ivory soap solution to make things right.