I am obsessed with bathrooms apparently. On a rainy day this week I needed to use the facilities at a store while running errands. Room reasonably clean and TP available- all good. However, it had one of those fancy commodes that flushes on a whim (or photo eye). At any rate during the process of elimination it kept triggering the automatic flush resulting in a refreshing bidet effect as I tried to complete my business. I may look into that if I ever remodel the upstairs bathroom.
It reminded me of the challenges a female in non-traditional workplaces face upon needing certain accommodations. Of course, this was before accommodations were really a "thing" Number one (or number two) never under any circumstances use a porta-potty on a construction site. You may need to challenge your kidneys before you find a McD's bathroom, but I am speaking from experience. If we didn't have to sit down... no I still would have a problem. Also, as the first woman traversing and training in the power plant, they created an alternative for me. They made a sign that I could switch to W when I was incapacitated. However, I held out for a lock on the door (silly me). When we finally hired our first female power plant apprentices, we got that situation straightened out. They also had to remove the locker rooms from stairway landings. Until I understood the layout and safe pathways I was treated to a few unexpected sights. Often one just had to relieve before an activity or much later due to my pesky insistence on privacy and cleaning supplies.
Finally able to spend a few days at the lake mowing, pulling weeds, working on the boat, cleaning, etc. The relaxing commenced when guests arrived. Fishing was the order of the day even for yours truly who actually pulled in the first marine life - a decent sized croppie, who promptly made his/her way back to the lake after the mandatory accolades and picture. I also sported my first sunburn of the year. Our lady friend caught the second fish.....and the men were skunked. Well someone has to drive the boat and bait the hooks. Having my excitement for the day, we came back for the mandatory potty break and the three of them went back out. As one cannot leave the lake until the last bell has rung we were eating dinner (thoughtfully prepared by our guests) at 9:30 that night.
The next day we got the old G6 convertible out for cruising. Having never sat in the back seat I had no idea one cannot breathe as your face is being pummeled by the wind-interesting. At any rate we stopped for flowers, ice cream and shopping while hooting and hollering like a bunch of 16 year old's. But now we're old enough to buy our own beer and wine. Good time.
Ended the weekend by enjoying my Mother's Day gift from Kristen. We went a' painting. We attended a Wine & Canvas event which was a lot of fun. Ms Positive and Ms Negative Nelly (me). I always expect I can do something first time out. Fortunately my daughter kept me laughing and complimented my "abstract" work like any good Mother or friend would do. She has a real knack for it though-both the cheerful attitude and art. Hers at least resembled the original we were copying. I had to take another route. We decided we would place a special symbol on our paintings that was uniquely ours (no not the cross). That way when they end up on Antiques Road Show we will know they are our originals-Lol. We will do this again - especially with my sisters.
Apparently I know nothing about creating depth so my logs looked like tombstones. I decided to go with it. I call it Sailor's Memorial, and my waves are actually porpoises...
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