This morning, while Shane took George the cat to the vet, and found out that he is, most likely, allergic to plastic, making him even more perfectly suited to our family, with all of our allergies and specific dietary needs, I decided to take a long-awaited bath.
I mean, well, that is to say…
I had bathed recently, for heaven’s sake. I just hadn’t, like, soaked in a hot bath. After the recent nerve block, I was told I had to wait for a couple of days ~ or maybe it was only one day, and then time got away from me, because it was the Holidays, and I would say I was busy, but, actually, I was lying around doing next to nothing, because I had recently had a nerve block, and was under doctor’s orders to lie around and do next to nothing for a few days…but THEN it was actually Christmas, and I was actually busy, SO, as I said: I had bathed, as in had a shower, but I hadn’t taken the time to relax and soak in a bath. It’s a completely different thing. This morning, I decided to run a bath, and relax, for just a little while, before driving Shane to work.
We only have one bathtub, in the kids’ bathroom, and I happened to notice, before I ran the water, that there was some glittery residue left from a silver bath bomb Kaia had used the last time she’d bathed. It looked like the tub had been rinsed, but there was just some glitter left behind. So, I gave it a quick once over, rinsed it again, and ran my bath.
I’ll tell you, that glitter is tenacious.
To my surprise, floating atop the water, was a fine glittery film. Now, I suppose I could have emptied the bath and started again, but I’ll be honest: by this time, I had already cleaned the tub once, Shane was already at the vet, so I was running short on time and already starting to feel a little less relaxed, and I kind of like glitter. For those of your worried about how sanitary this might be, I will say this once. I was in a bathtub with hot water, literally washing the glitter. It’s all going to be okay. I promise. Also, if you are uncomfortable with me and my glittery bathtub, that’s totally okay, and you can leave. I promise we can still be friends. Or not. Or, I mean, if we weren’t ever friends, that’s okay, too. I mean, sorry. I’m not trying to be mean. I mean, it’s all okay. Me, my glitter. You, your uncomfortable feelings about my bathtub glitter.
You know what? I’m just going back to my story now. You can work out your own issues. I’m sorry. I tried.
Okay. SO. I got in the bathtub, with the glitter, because, honestly, I was too tired to start over, I really needed a bath, and I just wasn’t going to get one any other way. And besides, it’s glitter.
I slipped into the bath. I figured, what’s the worst that could happen? I was right. Nothing bad happened. I just…took a bath. I came out a little bit glittery. Sparkly, you might say…or “farkly,” a little girl I knew would have said, many, many years ago, when she was very, very small.
Then, I cleaned the tub again.
Thinking it was funny, I told Kaia about my glittery bath, and sure enough, she apologized, saying she, too, thought she had washed away all of the glitter. Glitter is like that. You never really get rid of it. Tenacious, I tell you. I think there’s still glitter around my house from projects the kids did in preschool. I don’t mind. Glitter always makes me smile. I told her so.
I think there’s something in the tenacity of glitter that touches me. Something in its ability to reach back to the recesses of my mind, where memories aren’t always so forthcoming, and find them. Something about its ability to elicit a smile, something about that tiny twinkle of uplifting light. That sparkle. As I said, it’s tenacious. Some of our glitter came home from preschool on art projects and survived, like, 8 moves. We’re still finding it in our pillowcases, even though the kids are practically all grown.
Good grief. Are they really?
At least they are still leaving glittery rings in the tub. For now.
Later, I happened to sit down at my computer to check my email, read a little news, check my messages…and that’s when I saw…it was a reminder that popped up as a Facebook “memory” from a year ago today. If you use Facebook, you’ll know that they do this thing, where they remind you of posts you made on this day a year ago, 3 years ago, 5 years ago, etc. This particular memory happened to be of a post I made on this day one year ago today with a link to an article about Carrie Fisher’s death, and I thought, Well, then. How appropriate that we should find ourselves accidentally covered in glitter on this of all days.
I said something to that effect to the kids, and wondered aloud why it was that people started #GlitterforCarrie in the first place, and we decided to look it up. Do you know? If you don’t, you should. We did. Look up why people wear glitter for Carrie Fisher. There are some great stories, and I won’t bother retelling them here, because they aren’t mine to tell, and they are already all over the internet, anyway.
This is my little story.
I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you find ways to make your world sparkle.