Being sick for me means that when I can take long, leisurely soaks...adding Calgon (and be taken away) or BBW oils (and smell myself into a better place) or just plain ordinary bubbles and be glad. This bathtub we have now, I have recently learned, has heating pipes that run underneath it...no wonder the water never gets cold like it did at "The Little House That Could and Did." so there have been long moments the past couple of weeks where I soaked my miseries away and had plenty of time to think.
What came to me this week was that I could not have survived the era in which I had always told myself I should have been born. When I was very young, I read Celia Garth, by Gwen Bristow (just read that it came out in 1959 so it wasn't as old as I thought it was when i read it...it was practically new...how did that happen?). It has always been one of my favorite books and now I wonder where it is (so if I loaned it to someone, please let me know you have it and return it). This story was set in the Revolutionary Days of the American birth. I met the Swamp Fox Marian in this book, learned about spies, and the delights of an era when there were such refined manners and ways. Oh how I longed to have been a part of that era.
But now? Could I walk everywhere? Would I be content with a wet cloth or a river bath? When I had to knit everything for survival would I have enjoyed it as much? Could I have sewn clothes forever without a sewing machine and done the fine needlework that was esteemed back then? Would I be happy cooking over a fire? Probably no to all those wonderings.
But would I have loved the elegance? You bet. And the Sabbath day observances. Sure. Would I have enjoyed being a spy....absolutely....why else have I loved being a muchraker. Would I have fought for an independent nation or sided with the redcoats? Being the independent and slightly radical person that I am in so many ways, I think the former...but you never know.
Maybe I need to soak a few more hours to get a real grip on things...or do you think I was send down here at the perfect time for me....to be able to imagine the past and learn to look forward to the future unknowns. How many more inventions will I enjoy before I'm done? How many iPod touches will thrill me? What more computer things can I learn? How fast can a picture be taken and transmitted? So much left to conquer.