A thought on the everyday

I was just in the shower (and I know more than a few of you are in the process of poking out your eyes trying to get that image out…

I was just in the shower (and I know more than a few of you are in the process of poking out your eyes trying to get that image out of your head), and I somehow started thinking about my wash cloth, and what a marvel it is.

Some twenty years ago (in 1987, 88 or 89 is the best I can narrow it down) I bought a wash cloth from the Body Shop and I have used it every day since then. Or rather I’ve used half of it every day since then. It is a blue cloth made of some sort of wonder plastic, delightfully rough. It holds no odours not even of the soap, and the amazing thing is that after 20 years of continual use it shows no sign of wear.  None, zero, zilch. It holds my body wash, lathers it nicely, cleans me and exfoliates my tired dead skin.

If I was Dave Bonta of Via Negativa I’d probably write a poem, but alas I have not those skills. I wonder where I put the other half that I was saving for when this succumbed to time? I might need it in 20 years or so.

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