Alright, it's time to clean the tub. Perhaps, the worst job in household history. All the advances to our society, nothing has made cleaning the tub any easier in my fifty years.
That soap film , how can something which allegedly cleans our bodies, leave such a cheezy film on the walls and floor of my tub. Damn.
Perhaps, I'm giving away how filthy my tub is. I'll stop now.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
One Year after Mom's Death
When I think about her now I get maudlin, and if I think about her for more than a few seconds the tears well up, any longer and the tears fall. Then, I'll call out for her and my heart breaks again.
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