Bubbles
This is day two of our Technology Institute. Today our writing prompt was a bottle of bubbles. Mine is lemon scented, I think. The label says it is, but I can’t smell much of anything since my allergies are really bad. I sure hope they don’t last all summer. Summer is usually my time to have relief from my symptoms.
We blew bubbles as Kristen’s wedding. Tom took a picture of the bride and groom leaving the church with bubbles floating all around them. It was a happy occassion and a fairy tale type picture. I don’t know when the tradition of blowing bubbles instead of throwing rice began. Some people throw bird seeds instead of rice, but lots are using bubbles. I like bubbles!
Oprah wrote about blowing bubbles in one of her articles about what she knows for sure. She is right when she says they help you relax. I don’t think you can be mad while blowing bubbles. I don’t know if it’s the mindless concentration that it takes to blow that bubble–your mind doesn’t have time to worry or stew.
I wonder who invented bubbles. Do you think that he or she thought about it or just started playing? Maybe a big sigh while doing laundry created a bubble and that was the end of the work for a while while the washer woman took a well deserved bubble break. Maybe it was a stable man washing the lord’s horses that sighed and created that first bubble. When the lord came to check on his stable he found the man standing next to a soapy horse mindlessly blowing bubbles. It was so intriguing he probably joined in and completely forgot his first intentions of having the man flogged. Then again maybe it was the mistress’s maid that sighed while drawing the bath for the lady of the house. Perhaps the water got cold while she blew bubbles all around the room. Maybe the lady joined in when she arrived.
I guess I could research the true origins of bubble blowing, but that might be too stressful.
