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I’m a shower thinker.

As in, I do a lot of my deepest thinking in the shower.  And no, I’m not talking about the kind of “thinking” that involves an adjustable massage setting shower head, oh no, I mean actually revelations come upon me suddenly whilst I muse in the shower.  I used to do most of this pondering while I drove in the states but you have to pay a lot more attention when you’re riding a bike than driving a car (I don’t know if that’s good or bad) so most of my excess brain activity has been funneled into shower time.

This morning, while I shaved my legs, I tried to brainstorm good blog topics for the day and while doing so I knicked my calf.  The bugger was that it was one of those really painful knicks where you actually feel the blade puncture your skin…you almost hear it….kind of like the sound you hear when you have to puncture a chicken breast before you marinate it…you know, that little snik sound.  Anyhow, after that I began listing the little things that were annoying me today:

1. Rex throwing up all the food he had just eaten for the second morning in a row and me having to clean it up.
2. The fact that 98% of the time, I’m the first one awake and so I almost always feed the cats and therefore almost always end up cleaning any vomit.
3. Discovering, when I went to run the shower water that a certain person who is not me or either cat decided to use my shaving gel on his face.  The use of my gel is not the problem as I use his foam all the time..but the nasty clumps of blue leftover gel that had been sitting in the bottom of the shower all night? That, my friends, was a bit of an issue.
4. The aforementioned discovery led me to truly see the state of our shower bottom and while the OCD in me feels compelled to clean it, the large house spiders in the corners make me shiver enough to avoid it.
5. Having one of those nasty nicks where you actually feel the blade enter your skin.

And that brought me up to the current time wherein I was shaving my legs.  I didn’t want my entry today to be merely a list of complaints, so I tried to think of some nice things to offset the shitty ones:

1. Luna climbing onto my shoulder this morning and falling asleep with her little head next to my cheek.
2. CB telling me he loves me every morning when we wake up (well…when I wake up and start fidgeting to the point where his hibernation is penetrated enough to allow speech).
3. My DivaCup and the loveliness of no more leaks and early morning discomfort from overflowing, super staurated cotton based products.
4. The new readers I seem to be picking up recently, as well as the faithful and fantastic readers who have followed for a while now…..

And suddenly I began thinking about that old song, “Make new friends and keep the old, one is silver and the other’s gold” that I learned back during my year long stint as a Brownie.  And I thought to myself “I wish I had any sort of decent photshopping skills so I could make awards for my readers; silver for the older readers and gold for the newer ones…although really, the older readers deserve gold awards more than the newer ones…”

And that is when it hit me.

The new friends are supposed to be silver and the old ones are supposed to be gold!

Eureeka!

See, for the past, oh, twenty years, ever since I heard that song, my mind automatically assumed that old friends were silver cause, like, silver haired old people, right? And that never seemed fair to me that the new friends got gold when the old friends had been with you longer.  But now, two decades after I first heard that song, bent over trying not to slice my knee pit (the underside of the knee), one hand swiping at our day-glo orange shower curtain to keep it from sticking to my ass, I had the epiphany!

The new friends are silver.  The old friends are gold.

And for almost 2 minutes, all was right with the world.

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