bonding over hot water

I just love doing things with Jispa that I might have done with my dad. There is lovely warm feeling left within when something like that happens. It is a moment that reminds me of the joy childhood and fills me with eth warmth of parenthood. Eela, too much poetry; but the feeling is unbeatable. Two completely opposite but equally warm and fuzzy feelings, together at a point in time.
On Saturday after the match, in the evening the soles of my feet were aching. I remembered the remedy my dad used to try out. We were in Dubai at the time. My dad was a civil engineer and that meant long hours standing at the site. Either it was that or it was plain old window shopping for hours. But his feet used to ache and the remedy was dipping your legs in a bucket of hot water mixed with salt. My dad used to dip his legs and we kids used to fight to dip our legs as well. He used to get the very hot water and afterwards we got the not so hot water. But that was all we could bear. It was pretty cool fun.
This I got out my hot tub and mixed a bit of salt along with it. Jispa was wondering what I was doing. I explained to her the remedy. Predictably she wanted to get into the action as well. The tub was big enough for the both of us.
Quality time is sitting opposite each other and dipping your legs in a bucket full of hot water. Don’t forget the salt.