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November 28, 2012 | 12 Comments

winter in Vancouver

If you haven’t heard, it rains in Vancouver. I mind it much less than endless months of snow and cruel temperatures, but this damp cold is more cutting and harder to recover from than the dry cold Alberta offers.

I’ve had three hot baths since moving here, which is more than I took during my 36 years in Alberta. Baths aren’t my thing. They’re full of body gunk and hair and ew. Baths weren’t my Alberta thing, but maybe they’ll become my BC thing.

I don’t feel like making this tie together and make sense. You guys, 28 days in a row of posting. I’M TIRED. And amazing.

Is it December yet?


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  • Lindsay

    God I love you.

    • Shannon

      You don’t like baths either?

      Let’s have coffee!

      • http://hellofisher.com Steve

        I want it to be December so I can shave! Also I like the thought of you in the bath.

        • Shannon

          December is too soon and not soon enough.

          I shall take more baths.

  • http://bellejarblog.wordpress.com Annabelle

    Mmmmm baths. Here is a quote from the Bell Jar about hot baths! I know I am obsessed with this book, but it seems applicable.

    “There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: “I’ll go take a hot bath.”

    I meditate in the bath. The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water’s up to your neck.

    I remember the ceiling over every bathtub I’ve stretched out in. I remember the texture of the ceilings and the cracks and the colors and the damp spots and the light fixtures. I remember the tubs, too: the antique griffin-legged tubs, and the modern coffin-shaped tubs, and the fancy pink marble tubs overlooking indoor lily ponds, and I remember the shapes and sizes of the water taps and the different sorts of soap holders.

    I never feel so much myself as when I’m in a hot bath.”

    • Shannon

      Well. If that doesn’t sell a bath, I don’t know what will. I need to reread this book. I remember loving it, too, but not the details. Tell me what it is about this book and Sylvia you love so much? I love her and the book too, but you love them deeply. I’m intrigued.

      • http://bellejarblog.wordpress.com Annabelle

        I guess it’s because she’s so funny and wry about her depression, but also writes about it very honestly, with a lot of raw feeling. She doesn’t shy away from anything; she just states the facts. I also just really love her writing style.

        I think I relate a lot to the character of Esther Greenwood.

        • Shannon

          I very much need to read it again. Thanks for sharing this with me. I love talking about books so much.

  • http://splatospheric.blogspot.com MizYank

    I’ve been off the grid for the better part of the week and it just wasn’t the same without you. By which I mean I liked baths until I read your post. To get over the idea of jumping into a pool of body gunk and ew I just may have to bring a larger glass of wine to set on the edge of the tub.

    • Shannon

      To have the power to singlehandedly ruin baths for you… proud or deeply sorry. I’m really torn. I missed you. And I missed you on the actual YW open grid this week.

      Now go have a bath.

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