People sometimes ask me how I spend my time since we are now both retired. I hope those people don't read my post today.
One morning, I actually stopped what I was doing to gaze at a bubble. (I know. I know. I've written about seeing a bubble before, but this one was bigger and stranger.)
I just thought it was so pretty with its soapy rainbow of colors that I watched it for a few moments. Then I noticed that it was changing its shape. Or was it?
I've seen a small bubble form on my reusable straw before, but it usually just popped. This, however, was a big bubble. I soon discovered that it wasn't really changing its shape. Instead, a lot of the thicker soap film was just sinking to the bottom of the bubble which gave the illusion of it being more egg shaped.
When I looked back at the bubble a little later, I thought it had popped. I leaned over closely for a better look and I saw that .... wow! It was still there!
I left the dishes for a while after that because I couldn't bear to pop it. I just felt something that worked so hard to live should go on its own time.
One morning, I actually stopped what I was doing to gaze at a bubble. (I know. I know. I've written about seeing a bubble before, but this one was bigger and stranger.)
I just thought it was so pretty with its soapy rainbow of colors that I watched it for a few moments. Then I noticed that it was changing its shape. Or was it?
I've seen a small bubble form on my reusable straw before, but it usually just popped. This, however, was a big bubble. I soon discovered that it wasn't really changing its shape. Instead, a lot of the thicker soap film was just sinking to the bottom of the bubble which gave the illusion of it being more egg shaped.
When I looked back at the bubble a little later, I thought it had popped. I leaned over closely for a better look and I saw that .... wow! It was still there!
I left the dishes for a while after that because I couldn't bear to pop it. I just felt something that worked so hard to live should go on its own time.
Aww Kay, that's so sweet that you had compassion for your bubble. It's like the famous verse in Isaiah 42.3, "He will not break a bruised reed, and He will not put out a smoldering wick; He will faithfully bring justice."
ReplyDeleteA good laugh was had here.
ReplyDeleteOn another topic: have you looked at your stats on blogger and seen enormous spikes in views? And the map shows views from Russia? That has been happening to me and I can't explain it. Also there's a website where views are coming from that I don't dare click on , afraid its porn. What is going on? Do you have any idea?
Hi Marcia, I just checked my traffic sources. My page views are mostly from the US, then Netherlands which is a big surprise, then France and then Canada. I don't see Russia so far. I thought Canada would come before the Netherlands since nobody from the Netherlands or France leaves comments here. It's really weird that you're getting so many of your views from Russia. I do get those spam comments from Mumbai though.
Deletenice to have the time and interest to learn something new...
ReplyDeleteBubblicious
ReplyDeleteWhy can't I stop smiling at this??
ReplyDeleteIsn't it delightful that we can just do what we find entertaining? No more jumping at the first bell, ushering kids to and fro. There is so much to have fun with!
ReplyDeleteLaughed out loud at your last line. Priceless.
ReplyDeleteTake time to smell the roses or observe the bubbles -- a lovely post.
ReplyDeleteWhy not take that time. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't believe you are spending your retirement years staring at a bubble!!
ReplyDeleteYou are in the NOW. The only and best place to be
ReplyDeleteI'm smiling reading this :)
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
That is interesting Kay!
ReplyDeleteAnd such is life in the slow lane:)
ReplyDeleteYou now able to take time to smell the roses - or look at bubbles lol
Ps Google Chocolat for a précis on the book - about a young unmarried mother who opens a chocolate shop in a small village and her life dealing with the local priest and the villagers
Ahhh... Thank you, Cathy. I had forgotten the whole story line. I remember her riding a bicycle.
DeleteFirst I had to get over you washing your reusable straw. Then came a day in the life of a bubble. Yes, you are weird, and wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI do get the reusable straw thing, actually. It's just that I skip straws altogether. I say "No thank you" to them in restaurants too.
Fun factoid.
ReplyDeleteYou are so funny! I used a glass straw until I broke it, and now I don't use any at all. :-)
ReplyDeleteGlass? Wow!
DeleteWhen we're retired we can take time to smell the roses. Enjoy retirement.
ReplyDeleteTime to get a big bottle of bubble fluid and one of those really big wands to "blow even bigger bubbles. Glad you can still play like a youngster! Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeleteI'm smiling Ms Kay :) lots of fun.
ReplyDelete