When I want my brain to work, probably more like my sub-conscious, I clean. First off, it is satisfying to deal with a messy drawer, or closet and straighten it out for no other reason than it was messy to begin with. Second, it is exciting. Even though I’ve put the stuff in there, at some point in time, well, usually it is me, it’s nice to find little treasures. And those little treasures also bring with them memories, more often than not, good ones. And third, while my brain, whatever part it is that concentrates, is focused on the messy drawer, the rest of my brain is mulling.
I was cleaning out one of those messy drawers just before Easter, because you know, Lent is a great time for cleaning. As we move through the Sacred Triduum to Easter, we are cleaning out our souls, getting ready to be worthy of the sacrifice of the cross. 
Anyhow, I found five small jars. We must have gotten them from weddings or showers or whatever, can’t even remember. I pulled all of them out, opening one and blowing bubbles.
It was fun to see the dogs explore the bubbles that dropped on their noses and popped. Or the ones that hit the floor and disappeared. For a brief second I was wishing I had a cat. The dogs do get bored if food is not involved.
And, then I started to laugh. Back when we lived in Medfield, and the girls were little, we belonged to all the ‘educational’ places. The Children’s Museum, The Science Museum, The Museum of Fine Arts, The, well, you get the idea. We probably could have saved a lot of money, not belonging, but it was such a blast. In the winter in the Great Northeast, you look for things to do, because your house gets really small, no matter how many square feet you have, sometimes around January. And one late spring, when the snow was still covering our lawn, we went to the Children’s Museum and they had a ‘bubbleologist’. He put on quite a show, small bubbles, medium-sized bubbles and large, very large bubbles. Not only were the girls wide-eyed. So was Tom.
And, as soon as it got warm enough to be outside, Tom went shopping, gathering the stuff the bubbleologist recommended. Now we had a small plastic wading pool, rope, glycerin and I don’t remember what else. And, of course, water.
All that Spring and Summer we made bubbles in the back yard. Small ones, medium-sized one, and some large, very large bubbles. It’s hard to have a bad day when you’re making bubbles.