cosina
"I think being a woman is like being Irish." — Iris Murdoch
Morning raga
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running
running I just got back from a morning run. It was nice, especially on the way out. People were quiet; they hadn't put on their personalities yet. There were lots of women walking their dogs, and I thought, Tip for men who want to meet women: get a cute little dog and take it for walks. It would work in Boston, anyway.
There was a really cute girl, shorter and curvier than me, walking her dog, and I thought, what nice hair! It was this dark reddish-yellow goldeny blonde, if you can imagine such a thing. I don't know how the color kept from spilling over and turning orange, but it didn't. It succeeded in remaining blonde. Then this skinny girl shot by me, running as if I was standing still. I thought, oh, that used to be me. High metabolism.
Next I passed the statue that I call The Watcher. He's on Commonwealth, near Hereford. There is no indication (that I could see) of who the statue represents. But he reminds me of the character in the old Fantastic Four comics -- the bald man who lived on the Moon. I've tried to find pictures of the statue and of The Watcher... didn't find the former, and found only crappy ones of the latter (one picture had a Watcher with hair (!) -- an unforgiveable sin).
Once I was done running and started walking, I began to anticipate my shower, and that made me think of Nelson. I miss him. He and Emma will be home on Tuesday. The reason I thought of Nelson is because he sings in the shower. He gets pretty loud. He seems to think that no one can hear him. He doesn't know the words to any song, really, and because he doesn't know them, he mixes songs together without realizing. One that he comes out with a lot is "Love that dirty water! Double-you-oh-em-ay-ennnn!" I shake my head and wonder what must the neighbors think.
So, anyway... that's me checking in. Time now for *my* shower and breakfast, and then I have to get cracking!
But one last thing about showers. Liz told me this one. She heard some men talking outside a church one Sunday in England (I don't know why, but that somehow seems relevant). And one man said, "They say that men in the shower either sing or masturbate." And a second man asked, "What do they sing?" At which the rest of the company guffawed. I thought it was cute.
There was a really cute girl, shorter and curvier than me, walking her dog, and I thought, what nice hair! It was this dark reddish-yellow goldeny blonde, if you can imagine such a thing. I don't know how the color kept from spilling over and turning orange, but it didn't. It succeeded in remaining blonde. Then this skinny girl shot by me, running as if I was standing still. I thought, oh, that used to be me. High metabolism.
Next I passed the statue that I call The Watcher. He's on Commonwealth, near Hereford. There is no indication (that I could see) of who the statue represents. But he reminds me of the character in the old Fantastic Four comics -- the bald man who lived on the Moon. I've tried to find pictures of the statue and of The Watcher... didn't find the former, and found only crappy ones of the latter (one picture had a Watcher with hair (!) -- an unforgiveable sin).
Once I was done running and started walking, I began to anticipate my shower, and that made me think of Nelson. I miss him. He and Emma will be home on Tuesday. The reason I thought of Nelson is because he sings in the shower. He gets pretty loud. He seems to think that no one can hear him. He doesn't know the words to any song, really, and because he doesn't know them, he mixes songs together without realizing. One that he comes out with a lot is "Love that dirty water! Double-you-oh-em-ay-ennnn!" I shake my head and wonder what must the neighbors think.
So, anyway... that's me checking in. Time now for *my* shower and breakfast, and then I have to get cracking!
But one last thing about showers. Liz told me this one. She heard some men talking outside a church one Sunday in England (I don't know why, but that somehow seems relevant). And one man said, "They say that men in the shower either sing or masturbate." And a second man asked, "What do they sing?" At which the rest of the company guffawed. I thought it was cute.
