Do y’all remember the commercial of the harried Everywoman who longed for relief, preferably in a bath of warm, fluffy bubbles created by Calgon soap powder? “Calgon Take Me Away!” she’d say, and whoosh, there she was naked and luxuriant in the bath, (here, if you want to see it).
As we continue in the shifting and shuffling that are among the Joys of Moving in New York or anywhere, looking at this view from Rancho La Zaca* gives me a little Calgon moment. In case you need one too.
And if want to dazzle your friends (born before 1970 or so) this week with your prodigious knowledge of utterly useless information, you can tell them that Calgon was actually a water softener named after a European dishwashing powder, that is a portmanteau derived from “calcium gone.”
Btw, thanks for your patience with me and my goofy posts lately. The style and substance to which you have become accustomed in this blog will return, I promise…
*For new readers, Rancho La Zaca is the other place I call home, with my husband His Grace, et al., in the Santa Ynez Valley of California, 8 miles from the nearest drugstore, so I keep a good supply of Calgon on hand.