Friday, Jul. 30, 2010 - 10:21 a.m.
Hot Tub
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i was first introduced
to the idea of a hot tub
in the mountains of california.
Our host set us up in her hot tub
and went to town to buy beer,
and do errands
but would be back later in the day.
So we settled in to experience
this ultimate west coast symbol
of slow and easy laid back leisure
What we didn;t know
was this hot tub
had a broken thermostat
and the water slowly got
hotter and hotter...
We didn;t know
what a hot tub was all about
and had no idea
it wasn;t supposed to
work like a slow cooker,
After two hours simmering
in ever hotter water
we were pretty weak
and semi conscious
out of it
like the proverbial frog
who didn;t notice
the gradually creeping temperature
of his kettle of water swimming pool
over the slow fire
when host returned home with the beer mentioned we should have
turned the down
when it got comfortable
and we shouldn't have stay in
the hot water so long,,
and it smelled like " chicken stew "
Well that's what you get
for watching eagles fly
and not paying attention
to the rising red collum
of the thermometer..
but in the succinct
oral tradition of California
all I can say is "whatever"
