April 18th, 2005

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Showerific Musings

The shower, for me no less than anyone else, is an existential moment. I get in the shower, and time stops. Past, present, future cease to be. I am Taking The Shower, the only shower that ever was, with the last few drops of the only shampoo that ever will be* and scrubbing myself off with the Possible Loofah.**

This sort of the thing puts me in a philosophical mood, and I find myself musing on that most vital of all topics--what the hell is up with nipple hair?

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Man, Scarface the squirrel is a bully. He's a male, and when he's eating sunflower seeds from the platform feeder, NOBODY ELSE is allowed on the deck. Another squirrel tentatively came up the stairs, peered over, and Scarface was immediately making a loud, almost mechanical sounding buzzing-scolding noise, tail lashing wildly. When the squirrel slunk a little closer, Scarface charged him, chasing the hapless intruder off, and then stomped back to the seeds and continued stuffing his face.

Haven't seen Stumpy in ages. Gimpy's around occasionally, saw Notch yesterday, although the distinctive notch is beginning to close up, making the ear look crimped. Lumpy is probably around, but alas, I've finally lost track of her--once their winter coats fell out, the distinctive under-arm cowlicks left over from the botfly lump seems to have grown out. It got fainter and fainter, and now I can only speculate on who was Lumpy.

But botfly season is presumably not far off, and soon a new race of Lumpies will be upon us! Lumpy II, Lumpy Jr, Lumpy Redux...

In non-mammalian news, Scruffy, the un-tufted titmouse, is still around, and still scruffy--his head feathers aren't growing back at all, but it doesn't seem to slow him down much. The rat is still around as well--I see him under the neighbor's feeder now and again, and one of the squirrels scolded him off t'other day. He seems unwilling to tangle with them, which is probably best for everyone involved.
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My father, who always seems amused to find himself in my blog, called today to report a tale so unspeakable, so disgusting, that it had to be recorded for posterity. And of course, it began with the poodles.
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