December 6, 2013
Mrs B
was angry with me for washing her blue bath towel tonight. I could not
understand her reasoning. Maybe she thought I was wasting water and her clothes
soap or because it might delay her bath time. I told her about an episode on
New Girl” my new favorite show. One guy always came out of the shower to find
his bath towel damp and eventually one
of the other guys suggested it was because HE
used that same towel. When was the last time you washed the towel, the
first guy asked and the second chimed “You wash your towel, why?” She didn’t
get the significance of the share. Yes, every once in awhile, I decide to throw
her bath towel in the washer, to mingle with the other clothes in the basket. I
gave up trying to figure it out and apologized for the inconvenience.
My bad
ankle is throbbing and swollen. Has been since I realized it was HOT in the
shower, red and puffy. Dang, I kind of freaked out a bit, thinking something is
terribly wrong, the bones aren’t healing properly, who can I call, what should
I do. Spoke with my Essentials Oil Guru and she told me what to dribble on it,
for good measure. Slathered it in
Frankincense heat rub, tightly would an
ace bandage around the sore foot, up to the knee and elevated it. Doubt I will
have to extract the screws and plate but time will tell.
No out
of control sliding happening today, at least from behind my wheel. Crawled past
two women on Highway 13, standing next to a car turned perpendicular to the
ditch and the other vehicle slammed into its passenger door. The ladies, both
young, dressed professionally, on their respective cell phones, appeared calm
and rational. I tootled by, thanking my lucky charms it wasn’t me standing
there, in a bad way. Also very grateful my car was parked in the garage from
the night before and I only had to be subjected to the frigid cold long enough
to unhook the gate and drive through the opening. For many years, I had to park
on the street or in the driveway, often exposed to the elements, scraping the
ice off the windshield with a credit card, nostril hairs freezing with each
inhalation of bitter air.
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