WHAT WOULD PETA DO?

I was in the shower this morning numbly going through the routine.  Wet the front.  Wet the back.  Wet the hair.  Ponder the length of my hair.  If I tilt my head back my hair is thiiiiis long. I can almost touch it with my hand crooked around my back.  Almost.  It's growing. 

I dug through the shampoos.  We keep more than one in the shower.  Well, I do. The Husband would only keep one in there at a time - making wet farty noises with the nearly empty bottle as every last drop is used.  Only then would he wander to the red cabinet and retrieve the next bottle.  That's his way. That is not my way.  I put each new bottle of shampoo in the shower the instant we come home with it.  I then begin to use the new shampoo on the next shower.  Because it's new.  That's why.  When I lived alone this was not a problem because I would never remember to buy shampoo until I was completely out.  And I mean com-plete-ly.  Now however, shampoo is put on the list (that's new too) well before the wet farty noise stage which means we always have new shampoo on hand - and not just ON hand, we have it IN hand.  Well, I do anyway.

So there I am digging through the shampoo bottles and I find my new sponge.

I was in Key West recently.  They had big wooden crates full of sponges.  Real sponges.  Many sizes, many shapes....(although they were obviously all "spongy" in shape) - not much of a color choice however.  I've never used a real sponge.  Not a real one.  They aren't cheap.  But they looked so eager there in their bin.  Like a crate full of happy orphans.  Just waiting to go home with someone. So I bought one.  Clearly I forgot all about the sponge or I would have used it the very next day.  As it were, I found it yesterday  when I was cleaning up before the cleaning ladies showed up. So I put it in the shower and there it greeted me this morning.

"Hello Mr. Sponge!" I said brightly.  I really did - new things make me happy.

I picked it up.  I wet it.  I squeezed it out. And I began using the sponge.

It was fantastic.

I really LOVED it.  I think I've been using one of those scrubby shower things for too long. 

This is amazing!  I thought.

I'm LOVING this!  I thought.

Just goes to show you how GREAT it is to use the REAL THING! 

Soapy circles down my left arm.  Soapy circles up my right arm.  Left pit, right pit, back of the neck.  Ahhhh .... so nice!  Then I began to think about sponges.  Just random little thoughts. 

What a strange little thing a sponge is. 

It is so soft when wet but sort of prickly dried out. 

Imagine how much deeper the ocean would be if sponges didn't live there!

Then, as usual, I began to overthink it.  It's a real sponge.  It was once alive.  It was like a living thing.  Living things eat.  And poop.  Did this sponge poop?  What's this darker spot on my sponge?

Suddenly I felt like I was washing my back with a cat.

I wrung it out and set it on the corner of the tub.  He looks sort of lonely and out of place there on the porcelain. Now I wish I had never taken him from his friends in the wooden crate.  Now he'll never live out his spongy destiny. 

I need to get a hobby.

Comments

[Wendy]

LOL - the ocean would be deeper. Can't wait to tell the kids that one! Thanks...

[Janet]

I have to tell you that reading pieces like this on your blog makes me feel so much better about my own semi-sanity. I sometimes think I'm the ONLY person who thinks about stuff like this...but YOU do...Wendy does...Gnightgirl does....Andrew does...Howard does...WHEW!

Have a wonderful holiday season!!!

Janet

(lordcelery.blogspot.com)