I just realized that on the day I'm in court in Antigo, Wisconsin, with my sister-in-law, I'll be sixteen miles from one of my readers. Seems a shame not to meet her.
About the hot tub: I've always loved them, and when we stay in a motel that has one, that's where I hang out, unless there are kids playing in it. One of the high spots of a vacation to Colorado was sitting on the roof of a condo in a hot tub, watching the sun come up over a mountain.
However, I would never have splurged for such a luxury. It's just plain stupid.
I'm wondering if we'll have trouble adjusting the chemicals. I know the cost of upkeep for them is high... for instance, if something must be repaired after the warranty is through, it isn't going to be cheap.
An unexpected problem is this: You shouldn't use soft water in them because it damages certain parts in the tub; but water as hard as ours can be damaging also. What we're going to try is using half and half.
As I was saying, I was not going to get a hot tub. But Cliff wanted me to have it; he reminded me of all the toys and unnecessary things I've insisted he buy because I knew he'd be so happy to have them.
Cliff wanted me to have a hot tub. He wanted to see me enjoying something that I never thought, in my wildest imaginings, that I'd have.
What's a woman to do?