Eccentric Flower:199809/soap opera
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four september ninety eight eleven a m Soap Opera A few days ago, the mighty Kymm wrote about her soap obsession. Kymm just had a birthday (belated birthday wishes to you, Kymm! Don't think I was being rude, it's just that I have this kind of mental block against birthdays which I'll explain sometime) and ... boy, that parenthesis made this paragraph a mess, didn't it? A moment of digression. I edit everything I write. For formal projects I get someone else to edit it too - but even with casual correspondence, like emails and these postcards, I generally go over what I've written several times and fuss with it. This is why I am much less confident in spoken conversation, and why the vast majority of my interactions with other humans these days are in written words. When I'm talking, I can't edit. My brain is continually interrupting itself. If I were to actually leave an entry in the form it came out of my brain, you probably wouldn't be able to understand what I wanted to say. I let things stand every now and then for effect - for example, the ungrammatical phrase "I'm thinking like" which appears twice in the previous entry would normally get changed ... and I left the word "as" out in one of the entries before that, but liked the weird sentence that resulted .... At any rate, I'm leaving the paragraph above as sort of an albatross for me, and now, we'll begin again. A few days ago, the mighty Kymm wrote about her soap obsession. She just had a birthday, and apparently received quite a bit of fancy soap - eight bars. Upon counting what was already lying around, she found that she had, in her words, "forty-seven unsullied bars" of nice, perfumed, very decorative soap. I use Ivory. I've always used Ivory. If I can't find Ivory, I'll use another simple castile-type soap. I think soap should be fat and lye. The rest is foolishness. I understand perfume; I understand perfumed candles; I don't understand perfumed soaps. I don't think Kymm is ever really going to use those soaps, and I'll tell you why. My mother is a world-class soap accumulator. Makes Kymm look like a piker. My mother lives with my stepdad in a moderately large house; they have two double-sink bathrooms for two people. This is a necessity, as the front bathroom is completely overrun with my mother's soaps and bottles of bath beads and bath crystals and shampoos and conditioners and body washes and bath oils and I'm NOT exaggerating here. My mother's bathroom looks like the display showcase for a Bed And Bath store. She uses the shampoos and the liquid soaps. She doesn't use any of the bar soaps. They just sit and get dusty. She has some soaps in there that I gave her as presents when I was in elementary school. I don't give her soap anymore. I won't be buying Kymm any soap either.
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