the daily purge 6-25-18

It’s gonna be ‘beauty products’ week here on The Purging Lutheran’s web-blob. My Sweet Rib struck a rich vein of purgeables while mining underneath our bathroom sinks. How do these things accumulate? We’ve lived in our home over 15 years and probably haven‘t looked under our sinks a total of eight times yet there these things are. I’m convinced that some items just ‘appear’, slipping from an alternate universe bathroom into our bathroom’s universe. Please do not ask me to explain ‘parallel potties’.

Today’s purge is a showerhead. Why do we have an unopened showerhead? It’s not likely that I bought it. How do I know this? Because it is a ‘watersaver’ showerhead. Me? I play fast and loose with everyone’s water supply. If you need to fill your kid’s outdoor pool? Too bad. I’m rinsing rinsing rinsing my hair. Not enough water for your dishwasher? Ha! I’m brewing barrels of coffee. Your lawn is turning brown? I’m running hot water to melt the overload of cubes from our icemaker I dumped in the kitchen sink. Why does my boneheaded environmental attitude not bother me? Because I’m a big fan of ‘the water cycle’ (see picture below). Woot! Evaporation rocks!

Anyhoo, this showerhead is unlikely to be used in my shower or in any parallel shower. Why do I think that? Because these water-saving devices cause a harsh spray to be emitted. Ouch! That’s why. A shower ought to be a refuge from the daily grind of life not a literal stinging rebuke from Mother Nature. Goodbye and welcome to Goo’ill.

Ecclesiastes 1:2-7

Smoke, nothing but smoke. [That’s what the Quester says.]
    There’s nothing to anything—it’s all smoke.
What’s there to show for a lifetime of work,
    a lifetime of working your fingers to the bone?
One generation goes its way, the next one arrives,
    but nothing changes—it’s business as usual for old
        planet earth.
The sun comes up and the sun goes down,
    then does it again, and again—the same old round.
The wind blows south, the wind blows north.
    Around and around and around it blows,
    blowing this way, then that—the whirling, erratic wind.
All the rivers flow into the sea,
    but the sea never fills up.
The rivers keep flowing to the same old place,
    and then start all over and do it again.

 

 

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Thanks go out to https://www.dkit.ie/wow/cycle.php.

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