Taking a bubble bath used to be one of my favorite things. It was truly a “Calgon” moment. I would just soak, add more hot water with my toes when it got cool, and read a book in blissful privacy. It was never a bath, but a time of pure relaxation. The steam, the smell, the bubbles all contributed to the mood of the experience. Sigh. The trouble with getting older is there are always a few things that you lose. You know, like the ability to open jars easily, or being able to work on 3 or 4 hours of sleep. Since I have a problem with my knees, I miss being able to walk. I see people running up a flight of stairs and I sigh. I would love to just be able to walk up one or two steps. Squatting down or sitting on your haunches to talk to a child is a thing I marvel at. I tend to be careful and more fearful in my old age, but I think I’d like to be able to ride a bicycle again. I remember the breeze in my hair. I could go on and on, but the thing I miss the most are my bubble baths. I can no longer step into a bathtub and I really miss those soaks. Simple pleasures are sometimes the things we need to cherish. They don’t always last.