It always takes a week for me to get back into routine here at home after a trip. This time is no exception. The suitcases sit around for a couple days before getting emptied and then the laundry sits another couple days. Meals are generally whatever is still edible in the freezer or a stop at fast food. The mail is piled high--after checking if there is something exiting, like a check to me. NOPE. A few nights of extra long sleep is justified.
So Sunday afternoon--after whiling away the day on Saturday---I was texting Deb about going to hang out at their house and maybe go to a movie, when I was interrupted by a phone call from her daughter, Micki. Deb had just been hit in the nose by a LaCrosse ball and they were on the way to the hospital. She ended up having surgery that night at 8:30. I went to be with her about 4pm and stayed until 10pm when the surgeon said we might as well go home since she would be out for the night. Sure feel for her pain. (No pictures, please)
I have decided that since nothing exciting happens (ha ha) once I get home a week of revisiting adventures in Indiana would be timely.
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FLASHBACK...FRENCH LICK, INDIANA....
(Adventure #2 after enjoying Holiday World)
Kate, Stephanie and Grandma G visit the site of Pluto Springs at midnight after an outdoor hot tub soak.
Pluto Water
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (Grandma G pictures on right) Smell of sulfur still lingers....
Pluto Water was a trademark for a strongly laxative natural water product which was very popular in the United States in the early 20th century. The water's high native content of mineral salts generally made it effective within one hour of ingestion, a fact the company played up in their promotional literature. Company advertisements stated the laxative was effective from a half hour to two hours after ingestion. The water was an extremely popular product. In 1919, it took 450 railroad cars to transport the bottler’s output.[1]
Pluto Water was bottled at the French Lick Springs, in French Lick, Indiana, a location with natural mineral springs that was also the source of a competing product, Sprudel Water. It was advertised "America's Laxative" with the slogan "When Nature Won't, PLUTO Will". The bottle and many advertisements featured an image of the devil, while its namesake was Pluto, the Roman god of the underworld; so named because of the water's origin underground.
The active ingredient of Pluto water was listed as sodium and magnesium sulfate, which are known as natural laxatives. The water also contains a number of other minerals, most notably lithium salts. Sale of Pluto water was halted in 1971, when lithium became a controlled substance.[1]
It was the main subject of the novel So Cold the River by Michael Koryta.
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THE ACTIVE STREAM STILL FLOWING....
EARLY SPA WELL?
Pluto Water was bottled at the French Lick Springs, in French Lick, Indiana, a location with natural mineral springs that was also the source of a competing product, Sprudel Water. It was advertised "America's Laxative" with the slogan "When Nature Won't, PLUTO Will". The bottle and many advertisements featured an image of the devil, while its namesake was Pluto, the Roman god of the underworld; so named because of the water's origin underground.
The active ingredient of Pluto water was listed as sodium and magnesium sulfate, which are known as natural laxatives. The water also contains a number of other minerals, most notably lithium salts. Sale of Pluto water was halted in 1971, when lithium became a controlled substance.[1]
It was the main subject of the novel So Cold the River by Michael Koryta.
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INFORMATIVE, INTERESTING, AMUSING,
A BIT SPOOKY AT MIDNIGHT.....
THE ACTIVE STREAM STILL FLOWING....
EARLY SPA WELL?
YOU GOTTA BE READY FOR SPOOKY ADVENTURE IF YOU CLIMB THESE STEPS AND OPEN THE DOOR......
THIS HAS SOME RELATION WITH THE ORIGINAL SPA....
(Remember we were exploring at midnight...no light except for a few small solar lights and marked off paths by small ropes. At one point when we were leaving Stephanie calls out to me, "Aunt Georgie, I don't think you should go any farther". I had crossed over the rope barrier and was heading to the abandoned stairway and spooky door and into the actual spring. OOPS. Glad to be back on the right path.)
This has been a good 2 "misadventure" days in the life of Grandma G.
"Make level paths for your feet and take only ways that are firm. Do not swerve to the right or the left; keep your foot from evil."
(Proverbs 4: 26 & 27)