For some reason, at dinner last night, we got on the subject of heaters in bathrooms. Our bathrooms in our house don't have heaters, although the guest bath has a ceiling fan, which I think is quite odd but oh so Texas at the same time.
There I was trying to mentally make a connection to heaters when it hit me...this memory that had been suppressed for so long, I didn't even know I had the brain power to hold it in long term memory that long.
I can remember my grandmother's bathroom. It was a HUGE bathroom and I loved it. There were lots of things about that house I loved, but the bathroom was one of them.
She had drawers and cabinets filled with all kinds of fun things for an exploring kid. You never knew what you would find in there. Bobbypins? Got um. Three boxes of hair dye? yep.
Any kind of band-aid you can think of... sure.
All there.
I learned my best bathroom snooping techniques from that bathroom.
But my fave memory was when I would announce, like a princess that I thought I would need to take a bath. I didn't really do this on purpose, I guess I just did it naturally which thinking back on it, totally cracks me up. Do I do it now and not realize it? Probably!
So I would announce that I was planning on taking a bath and then my ADD would kick in and I would get busy doing something else. 20 minutes later, I would finally remember my desire to bathe. I would gather my things and walk in to the ginormous bathroom, and a burst of heat would surround me. My grandmother had, every time, heard my announcement, payed attention to it, and had gone to make my bath experience just a little bit better by turning on the heater. I loved that heater. Not only that, but she would always put the towel right in front of the heater to get it really warm and cozy for me. It was fantastic on cold winter nights. I would lay on the floor and put my little toes right up to the front of the heater and get nice and warm, wrapped in that soft warm blanket.
Funny how we take for granted things people do for us. Funny how that seemed like such a natural thing to me back then. Well of course when I go to grandma's house and take a bath in the winter, the heater will be on. Of course.
Funny how it took a dinner and a crazy discussion of bathroom heaters to realize just how much my grandmother loved me.
funny...
