The Shower That Wasn't

I'm certain I have said this before:  I hate showers.  All my life, I have been a bath person, and since junior high, I have been a bath oil person.  Showers dry out my skin and make me cold when I emerge.
Baths in bath oil, however, are wonderfully good for my skin, and because the skin is covered with an oil layer upon completion, there is no cold blast.  Unfortunately, my age and agility challenges make baths a bit more difficult.  I end up showering whether I want to or not.

I don't shower every day.  Most people do, but since I don't do anything to make me sweat or get dirty, I shower when I need to.  Thus, if I say I need a shower, I mean I really need a shower!  Today was one of those days.  I planned to attend an evening event with former school people, so I figured I should clean up.  Right?

So...there I was, standing naked in the tub, all ready to shower.  Had my face greased up with cold cream and was adjusting the water temp so the blast when I pulled up the shower plunger wouldn't send me into cold-water shock...but...I couldn't budge the shower plunger!  I tugged and pulled.  I even padded my hand with the washcloth to see if that would give me an advantage.  I put my considerable weight behind the yank, but nothing happened.  It had been stubborn before, but now it was impossible.
What to do?

I considered just plugging the drain and taking a bath, but the bottom of the tub was dirty from previous showers, and I didn't want to exit the tub to get the bath oil.  Thus, I made do.  I used the washcloth to soak up the water and lather and wash and splash and try to figure out if I was actually making a difference.  Obviously, my hair would have to be washed at the kitchen sink.  I was doing a lot of bending over to get the washcloth lathered and rinsed, etc...and I don't bend over well.  UGH!!

I guess that I came out of the shower cleaner than I went in.  I now have another repair on my to-do list. Heh heh...when I was telling my story to the folks at the evening event, the young men took off at my mention that I was standing in the shower, naked.  There is something repulsive to young folks about thinking of their elders as romantically entangled or nude.  Their problem, not mine!

So...tomorrow I will deal with the shower plunger.  For tonight, I am saying that I'm clean.  That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!