In My Defense....
So my dad is trying to grow a winter lawn. Which, since I've been on vacation (last day, curses) I can't help but notice and take notes on. And what I've observed is that he waters the lawn a lot. Obsessively a lot. Four times a day, maybe. He is obsessed with the lawn, I'm obsessed with his obsession.
All this means I can't take a hot shower anymore.
The lawn gets all the water. No water for you.
We are left, like shivering orphans, wanting more.
It's a problem. I can't take a shower unless it's scorching hot. I have no idea what this says about me but probably something neurotic and weird.
Hot, yes.
Warm, out of the question.
I'd rather take a cold shower. I would. Warm feels so...tepid. And useless. I feel like I am taking a shower in battery acid, if you know what I mean. (Because I don't.)
Maybe I can just take sponge baths until the lawn comes in. Or, better, just stop bathing! It's a thought.
I read recently that people feel sympathy/pity for those who have body odor. Yes, it's kind of a revolting smell but you also feel for the person. I used to work with the homeless through a church and, yup, that is how I felt. Sadness. Sympathy.
The saving grace is he keeps the house a hot sauna. People walk in and comment on it. It's maybe 85 in here?
I LIKE IT. Warmth wraps around me like a warm blanket.
I look outside my window and the front lawn looks like a pool as he waters it. I could shower in the sprinklers. I do see some birds taking a happy little bath. I could just...join them.
Our lawn. The community bath.
Or
not.
All this means I can't take a hot shower anymore.
The lawn gets all the water. No water for you.
We are left, like shivering orphans, wanting more.
It's a problem. I can't take a shower unless it's scorching hot. I have no idea what this says about me but probably something neurotic and weird.
Hot, yes.
Warm, out of the question.
I'd rather take a cold shower. I would. Warm feels so...tepid. And useless. I feel like I am taking a shower in battery acid, if you know what I mean. (Because I don't.)
Maybe I can just take sponge baths until the lawn comes in. Or, better, just stop bathing! It's a thought.
I read recently that people feel sympathy/pity for those who have body odor. Yes, it's kind of a revolting smell but you also feel for the person. I used to work with the homeless through a church and, yup, that is how I felt. Sadness. Sympathy.
The saving grace is he keeps the house a hot sauna. People walk in and comment on it. It's maybe 85 in here?
I LIKE IT. Warmth wraps around me like a warm blanket.
I look outside my window and the front lawn looks like a pool as he waters it. I could shower in the sprinklers. I do see some birds taking a happy little bath. I could just...join them.
Our lawn. The community bath.
Or
not.