Look at this picture of the cow and her calf ( I mean- I don’t know for sure that it’s hers, maybe she’s a calf snatcher, but they seemed comfortable together and wow so cute -I just had to stop my run and take a picture for all of you. I knew it would be much appreciated.)
The other day I was taking a shower, alas when I reached for the soap bottle, I realized it was empty.
In case you are thinking: “serves you right for procrastinating changing the bottle!” -I can tell you this soap bottle weighs some grams, enough for me not to be sure when it’s finished and when it’s “on the verge but can still give it a go at the last minute”.
So there you go- this is a true dilemma in a person’s life- do you go out of the shower, drip all over the floor, get the bottle, and use the soap?
Or do you forgo soaping and just wash with plain water? (Ummm-no way. lately, I discovered my youngest son is #NOPOO-meaning- to my horror- that he doesn’t use shampoo. at. all. I mean all those times I called after him “and don’t forget to wash your hair!” and he replied: “sure!”- was that just a sham-poo??? I can’t chillax about it, sorry).
There was the option of using my son’s soap bottle- (now that I think about it- why am I so sure he uses soap?? he swore that he does- but does that mean anything after the poo sham??)- but I didn’t like that idea either- because he uses (uses?really?) a soap that is scented in a “men’s scent”- and don’t go jumping gender talk on me- you know what I mean).
So I stoically thought of the alternative- I screwed open the bottle’s cap, and filled the empty bottle with shower water, then shook the soap bottle like a cool teenager hiphopper, then used the soapy water to soap myself thoroughly.
That was quite a good shower I can tell you that.
And it happened before the world climate summit in Glasgow even began!
Now just imagine what would happen if people all of a sudden decided each would just do the best he -she can- both at home +at work -to be responsible -maybe there wouldn’t be any need for lots of politicians to gather and make statements.
I was getting ready to make my morning porridge-(you know- the 0.5 cup oats, 2 tbsp ground flax, 1-2 tbsp homemade apple sauce, 1 cup warm water, 0.3 cup soy milk-maybe more- depends- a little salt- and a tbsp of date spread or agave syrup- cooked in a pot for 2 minutes- that one)-when I discovered my designated pot was in the fridge holding my cabbage stew from yesterday.
Since I have a small kitchen- and what with Glasgow and all that- I have only one small pot -and a few others for soup and pasta- significantly larger.
They weren’t vacant either- I was soaking chickpeas and stuff.
The thought of getting something else to eat did cross my mind- but when it was done crossing it went away because I love my porridge in the morning after workout.
So without hesitation, I took a frying pan and cooked my porridge in that. BAM.
Don’t worry- it got together in the end.
The last thing I want to say is this-
If you happen to go swimming, and once you get to the pool showers you discover inconveniently that you happened to forget your shower flip-flops- and now of course you’ll catch all the strange foot disease people bring to the pool showers–
Well, I can tell you I put my socks on and took a shower with my wet socks on-and had to drive home sockless- but also-probably-fungus free.
Apparently, there’s always an alternative way- look at that cow and her calf.
Enjoy- the cooliflower.
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