Friday, February 17, 2012

One Huge Bathroom

I'm preparing my mind and my habits for the day when I will need to move into civilization.    I'm nearly ready, but I'm sure my new neighbors will not be as receptive.

I can give up most of the habits of a hermit, except toileting outdoors.   Some folks have the world in the palm of their hands; I see the world as a huge porcelain bowl.   This is never more true than on a morning walk.   Sometimes, without much warning, I must handle a deuce miles from home.   If things go well and I am prepared, I have tissues, a hanky or some gloves with me.  

Things don't always go well.   I have come home without socks and once without a t-shirt.

I like writing in the snow more now than I did when I was a kid even though the pen is not what it used to be.    It does serve as a health warning.   If the ink is a little too yellow, I know I'm dehydrated and I look for water.

I promised Caring Kim I'd be normal before I live in town.

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