My latest fantasy: me in an outdoor shower in my backyard.
(Does anyone else have that fantasy? Well . . . in your OWN backyard, of course. If you have the *exact* same fantasy. . . uh . . . let’s just say that you should never, ever tell me about it.)
At one of the summer Girls’ Camps that I attended during my teenage years, the shower stalls (with standard plumbing) were open to the sky and the stars. I loved those showers. I want one of my very own.
It would be a kind of rustic stall with wooden walls and a floor of river rocks. But it would be
There would be a hook to hang a solar shower bag. And maybe an outer stall with a bench and a hook for a towel or bathrobe.
Just imagine it. You arise early on a summer morning, fill and hang the solar bag in a sunny spot, and place a towel on the stall hook. Then you get to work in the garden. You pull weeds, plant flowers, harvest edibles, mow the lawn and get all dirty and sweaty. Then, when you’re finished, you put your tools and gloves away, grab the solar shower bag (water heated NOT by fossil fuels) and head for the outdoor shower stall. You peel off your grimy layers until you’re standing there in the all-together. Ahhh . . . You turn on the simple shower and relish in the warm water that cleans away the dirt, the aches and pains. All this while birds sing nearby, butterflies flutter overhead, and the fragrant blossoms perfume the warm summer breeze that rustles the trees above and around you. Invigorating isn’t it?
Of course the element that is the most exhilarating is the threat of getting caught naked your backyard.
I haven’t built it yet. But I know where I want it and as soon as I clear a spot for it, I will buy a solar shower bag and start gathering building materials. I look forward to that day.
Until then I’ll keep fantasizing.
Note: If you live in my neighborhood, I’m totally kidding. I would never do this. On an unrelated note: please no drop-in visits between the hours of 9:00-10:00 am. Or between noon and 2:00. Or maybe even between 8:00 and 9:00 pm. You know what, how ‘bout you just call before you come over.