Luxurious Comfort

When no one else is in the hot tub except Ed and me at the condo, I like to lie on my back, cushioned by the warm water and stare up at the wondrous sky while palm trees sway gently in the breeze.

 Ah, such luxury and well-being.

I almost feel a pang of guilt. Mama and Daddy never knew such luxury in their lifetime, perhaps. No air-conditioning; no central heating. Daddy especially, was at the mercy of the elements; sleeping in a sheep wagon or tent; except when he was riding his horse back to Orderville for the birth of a baby or such. Then he would sleep out in the open, even during a pelting rain. Too hot or too cold. Too wet or too dry. Born 50 years too early for dishwashers, washers, dryers, labor saving gadgets.

Wait a minute!

In my mind’s eye, I see Mama and Daddy lying on their sides with heads propped up on one arm in deluxe comfort on a soft fluffy cloud high up in the heavens. Periodically, they glance down to see how we are doing; making sure everything is OK.