The Bubbly Tropics

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Dear Diary,

This past week has been a stressful one, everything seemed to be going wrong. For the past few days my toaster was getting jammed so my breakfast toast came out burnt and crispy dry. My favourite hair brush while straitening out my thorns slipped through my fingers and the handle broke off when it hit the floor. And just the other night I left the sun roof of my car open, when I woke up the next morning I realized it rained and my car became a temporary lake for the local ducks.

After a week of that I'm happy that it's Saturday, I need to find a way to relax. But how? I thought of going for a walk, they say walking helps you destress, and the fresh air helps you clear your mind. Putting on my sweater and sweat band I was just stepping out the front door when I saw the rain. It was raining cats and dogs with no sign of it going away. Looking over to my car relieved to see the sun roof closed this time, I stepped back into the house to find something else to do.

Looking over to the living room, I spot the pile of paint a left out in the open. I could paint something while I wait for the rain to stop! I love to paint, for the longest time I haven't been able to paint anything. Painting always made me happy so this could the perfect way to help me destress.

Setting up the eisel and pulling out my brushes I was thinking about what I wanted to draw, with a rough sketch in my head I reach for the paint tubes and, started to squeeze the paint out onto a wax sheet of paper. The first try, nothing came out. Squeezing the paint tubes a little harder still nothing came out, finally I tried rolling the tubes to force the remaining paint out, nothing. The was no paint left. That's when I remembered running out of paint after the last painting session and thinking I needed to get a new set. I knew I should have stopped by the store earlier this week!

Pacing back and forth I thought, 'What else can I do!? ' Looking out towards the lawn, I could do some gardening but, I just finished weeding and cleaning out all the dead leaves, and waiting for the new soil to be delivered'. Walking towards the kitchen, I thought I could try baking my favourite peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. But there was another problem, I was missing about half the ingredients I need for the recipe. Glancing over to the kitchen table I stare at my cook book collection when another idea came to mind. I could read my book, no, wait, I let Glen borrow it for the weekend.

Racking my brain frustrated, I wasn't looking where we was stepping and knocked over a pitcher of orange juice on myself, soaking my entire front side. The cold juice did help calm me down a bit but I knew I needed to clean up walking into the bathroom I turn on the faucet to run a bath.

Pouring some of the sea salt scented bath salts into the tub, the running water released the scent into the steaming air, and created enough bubbles to hide under for a while. Stepping into the hot bath, I caught myself letting out a loud sigh, "Aaaaaaaah, this feels GREAT!" The scent of the bath salts transported my mind to an imaginary beach, where the fish were able to breathe above water playing beach volley ball with their other marine friends. The birds were snorkeling by the reef with their feathery bums sticking above the water, and the local unicorn was managing the restaurant by the beach handing out its speciality drink, the 'pineapple fiz.'

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I didn't know how long I was dreaming but by the time I woke up the water was already cool, the bubbles were gone, and I felt pruny. But I felt great, I felt happy, I felt relaxed. Finally.