True Confessions



So. At the risk of embarrassing myself beyond recovery, I want to share something with you. I understand this may affect your judgment of me and, well, that may be something I have to accept. Here goes. I didn’t shower yesterday. Instead, I had a pool bath.


It happens. Some days I end up in that pool for an hour, treading water, and by the time my prune-y body climbs out, I’m so waterlogged that a shower is the last thing on my mind. And really, I feel clean on those days. I don’t stink. (I know this because I am obsessed with odors.) And after all that movement in the water, there’s no visible surface dirt to be found. I feel clean, so I think I am.


I know someone (who shall remain nameless) who once told me she’s gone a full month without bathing inside the house. She said pool baths are her favorite way to go in the summer. I didn’t hold that against her or anything, but I also knew I couldn’t take her path. A full month? My fear of germs can tolerate a pool bath here and there, but not a whole summer. Jeez.


Anyhoo – if you must judge me, go ahead. Honestly, it won’t change things on my end. As long as that pool is part of my routine, which I hope it will be for another couple of months, the occasional pool bath will be part of my routine, too. And I’m gonna love it.

Car Guys



I’ve had a couple of recent visits to the auto shop. I’m not happy about this, as I don’t particularly enjoy when things break. I was raised by depression-era great-grandparents: I expect stuff to last forever. But things do indeed break and sometimes we just have to give in and deal with it. Hence, my recent auto shop stints.


Both times I was at the shop, strange dudes followed me around the waiting area. I wasn’t afraid. I was annoyed. I had planned ahead for my wait and was trying to read, dang it! Those dudes were either talking – loudly – on their phones or wearing super-too-much cologne.


Let me say something on this point. When a person doesn’t manage to bathe, slathering on copious amounts of cologne or perfume is NOT an acceptable alternative. Stinking is stinking, no matter if it’s due to spendy waters or cheap dirt. End of sermon.


Anyhoo, the car guys at the auto shop finally got the message. After I moved several times to get away from them. And again, they weren’t scary or anything. They were just annoying. I’m just hoping the old horseless carriage keeps rolling a while longer. I can only take so many car guys.