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Dear Reader,
I feel compelled to spread the bubble joy this week, especially after reading Barbara's email. Be sure to enter my bubble machine giveaway.
From my Email Bag:
"Dear Suzanne: Has anyone ever complained about your bubbles? My mom and I used to stand on the walkway outside our apartment and blow bubbles (well, I blew and she waved...) and people complained that it marked their cars and the walkway. Then we went down to the north dock (the one with only a few boats at that time) and bubbled down there until some old crock complained that the bubbles were blowing back to where she was sitting in the gazebo! Eventually we gave up, and last year when I was doing the One Piece of Junk Per Day campaign, I tossed all the wands and the liquid. It wasn't fun anymore. Just wondered if people are sunnier where you live."--Barbara
(Suzanne replies:)
Barbara, let me share a column I wrote last January about my bubble trouble.
A police officer knocked on my front door and it's probably a good thing my husband answered the doorbell instead of me. I was busy in the kitchen, so the hoopla was all over by the time I heard the news.
I own a bubble machine. To me, bubble watching is one of life's simple pleasures. It brings me joy. I turn on my bubble machine whenever I need cheering up, to add fanfare to celebrations, and on weekends bubbles are floating in front of my house for the walkers, joggers and parents pushing kids in strollers to enjoy. I've been entertaining folks with bubbles for so long now that I've gotten quite a bubble reputation. If my bubble machine isn't turned on, I get requests, "Where's the bubble machine today Suzanne?" Bubbles seem to give folks an excuse to spend a few minutes in child-like play. People passing by enjoy the bubbles so much that they do an about face, so they can walk through the bubbles again.
And sometimes I turn on my bubble machine late in the day, about the time folks would be driving home, hoping that after a hard day at work, seeing a few bubbles would make them smile. But there's always one. And that one called the police to report me and my bubble machine. "The bubbles could be a driving hazard and they should be stopped!"
So my husband went outside, turned off the bubble machine and gave me the news. When it comes to protecting my joy, I'm like a mama bear defending her cubs. My first reaction was: killjoy, drag, party pooper, spoilsport, wet blanket and bubble-hater. But even silent name calling steals my joy, and puts me in the same league with the person who filed the complaint.
Joy is all around me in this life. It's there for the taking, but sometimes it's tough to hang on to because 'one' is all it takes. One cranky person who's looking for a way to unload their crummy day. I should be forgiving, because sometimes when I've had a challenging day, I catch myself heading down the same road. And who knows for sure? Maybe seeing bubbles in the air is a hazard to drivers? After all, how can a person text message friends and family, drink a soda, read paperwork they didn't get to finish at the office, keep at least a couple of fingers on the steering wheel, sing along with a tune, and watch for the light to change--how can a person properly multi-task with bubbles floating in the air? (Whoops, there I go again, stealing my own joy.)
Watching bubbles wafting out over the sidewalk, floating high across the street, over top of the neighbor's house, a few adventurous bubbles even heading up towards the clouds--it amazes me that seeing such a glorious sight wouldn't make someone smile. But alas, there's always one who tries to ruin the fun. But in this situation, there's also one who refuses to give up her joy. I'm heading outside to turn on my bubble machine and if I end up singing, "Nobody knows the bubble trouble I've seen" from my jail cell, my good friend assures me she'll bail me out of my bubble trouble.
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Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
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www.muffinsandmayhem.com
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