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gerisullivan) wrote2005-08-22 12:28 am
gerisullivan) wrote2005-08-22 12:28 am
Sunday's Shower Report: Water, Water, Water, Water, and...Water
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90_percent_sure, here's another one. I don't plan to make a regular habit of these reports, much as I do make a regular habit of showering! But Sunday night's shower was...different...from my norm. And there wasn't even any Polish shampoo....
It was preceded by a 2-hour drive down to Joe and Edie's, bringing Baskerville home and opening the house in anticipation of their return from Scotland. They're due in yet tonight, in whatever wee hours it takes to actually land, clear Customs, and make their way home. If their flight was on time, they'll probably be here around 2-2:30 am, or something like that. I stopped in Bristol, CT, to top up the gas tank (ouch!), and took a short detour through town in the hope of spotting the Carousel Museum that's there. Didn't find it, but I did learn that Bristol is the home of ESPN. There are dozens of satellite dishes in their parking lot and in front of their building. It's eye-popping.
The only showers on the drive down were the remnants of the downpour that delayed my departure from Toad Woods by most of an hour. I opened the house, reset the thermostat to Joe's preferred "house occupied" level of air conditioning, turned on the water pump, and headed out back for a first pass at cleaning the pool. I'm glad to report there wasn't a drowned deer in it. Ben reminded me that happened here once. Yikes. After finishing what I could of the work, I went in for a twilight swim. No bats this time, and just one firefly.
One would expect the shower came next, but Joe and Edie recently remodeled their master bath, so my next stop was the bubble and whirlpool tub. The jets were nice, and the bubbles are far more vigorous than I imagined they could be when I first heard about them. I soaked, read for a while, enjoyed gazing at the J.W. Waterhouse ceramic tile mural of Hylas and the Nymphs on the wall, then bubbled and jetted and soaked some more. Nice.
The shower was the final watery refreshment of the evening. The new shower stall is as lavish as the tub, in its own way. It's a large square, with temperature-controlled water and three shower heads. Yes, three. First, there's the usual sort. It's on a flexible hose, so you can also take it down from its mounting bracket and rinse off whatever needs rinsing with ease. Then there's a rain shower, one of those large, circular shower heads that looks something like a big sunflower. It's directly overhead, and very gentle while also being lush and ever-present. Well, until you turn it off. All of the shower heads are individually controlled. Thanks to the temperature control, you can turn them on and off without the temperature changing.
The third head is for the belly shower. It's a mid-body spray.
I continued my hair revival project by using the Bed Head moisturizing shampoo and conditioner already in the shower. The conditioner smells yummy!
It's been warm enough that I didn't bother using the towel warmer. Here's hoping I end up dog-sitting again this winter!
Feeling thoroughly, utterly clean by this point, I got dressed, then shared amusements, Not-A-Worldcon plans, and other news du jour in a chatty conversation withdebgeisler. It was well after 10pm by this point, and I hadn't had dinner...or lunch, for that matter. Deb's descriptions of the homemade breakfast sausage, sour cream cherry coffeecake, and ribs she and Mike made this weekend were downright tortuous. Fortunately, the A&P in Yorktown Heights is open until midnight on Sundays, so I made my way there and picked up quiche and milk for dinner, plus some bananas, flowers, and sushi. Yes, it's grocery-store sushi, but it might make the right "what time zone are we in and when did we last sleep?" snack when Joe and Edie get here.
I startled a doe and two fawns in the yard when I pulled up the driveway following the late-night run to the grocery store. They did their best frozen-deer-in-the-headlights impression for several seconds, then slowly ambled off to the edge of the woods. I have deer at Toad Woods -- they've eaten down most of my hostas two years running -- but I've yet to see one. Three in the middle of the yard was quite a treat. Now if I could only remember what stamp I put on the envelope with their Not-A-Worldcon flyer inside....
[Full Disclosure: That last bit is an obscure reference that will be enjoyed bybatwrangler, debgeisler, and others following the comment thread on my Not-A-Worldcon post.]
Okay, so this shower report came with so much 4-part harmony that it probably doesn't qualify as a shower report at all. But there was a rather fine shower in it, and if I hadn't used the excuse to post another shower report, the rest probably wouldn't have been written at all.
90_percent_sure, here's another one. I don't plan to make a regular habit of these reports, much as I do make a regular habit of showering! But Sunday night's shower was...different...from my norm. And there wasn't even any Polish shampoo....It was preceded by a 2-hour drive down to Joe and Edie's, bringing Baskerville home and opening the house in anticipation of their return from Scotland. They're due in yet tonight, in whatever wee hours it takes to actually land, clear Customs, and make their way home. If their flight was on time, they'll probably be here around 2-2:30 am, or something like that. I stopped in Bristol, CT, to top up the gas tank (ouch!), and took a short detour through town in the hope of spotting the Carousel Museum that's there. Didn't find it, but I did learn that Bristol is the home of ESPN. There are dozens of satellite dishes in their parking lot and in front of their building. It's eye-popping.
The only showers on the drive down were the remnants of the downpour that delayed my departure from Toad Woods by most of an hour. I opened the house, reset the thermostat to Joe's preferred "house occupied" level of air conditioning, turned on the water pump, and headed out back for a first pass at cleaning the pool. I'm glad to report there wasn't a drowned deer in it. Ben reminded me that happened here once. Yikes. After finishing what I could of the work, I went in for a twilight swim. No bats this time, and just one firefly.
One would expect the shower came next, but Joe and Edie recently remodeled their master bath, so my next stop was the bubble and whirlpool tub. The jets were nice, and the bubbles are far more vigorous than I imagined they could be when I first heard about them. I soaked, read for a while, enjoyed gazing at the J.W. Waterhouse ceramic tile mural of Hylas and the Nymphs on the wall, then bubbled and jetted and soaked some more. Nice.
The shower was the final watery refreshment of the evening. The new shower stall is as lavish as the tub, in its own way. It's a large square, with temperature-controlled water and three shower heads. Yes, three. First, there's the usual sort. It's on a flexible hose, so you can also take it down from its mounting bracket and rinse off whatever needs rinsing with ease. Then there's a rain shower, one of those large, circular shower heads that looks something like a big sunflower. It's directly overhead, and very gentle while also being lush and ever-present. Well, until you turn it off. All of the shower heads are individually controlled. Thanks to the temperature control, you can turn them on and off without the temperature changing.
The third head is for the belly shower. It's a mid-body spray.
I continued my hair revival project by using the Bed Head moisturizing shampoo and conditioner already in the shower. The conditioner smells yummy!
It's been warm enough that I didn't bother using the towel warmer. Here's hoping I end up dog-sitting again this winter!
Feeling thoroughly, utterly clean by this point, I got dressed, then shared amusements, Not-A-Worldcon plans, and other news du jour in a chatty conversation with
debgeisler. It was well after 10pm by this point, and I hadn't had dinner...or lunch, for that matter. Deb's descriptions of the homemade breakfast sausage, sour cream cherry coffeecake, and ribs she and Mike made this weekend were downright tortuous. Fortunately, the A&P in Yorktown Heights is open until midnight on Sundays, so I made my way there and picked up quiche and milk for dinner, plus some bananas, flowers, and sushi. Yes, it's grocery-store sushi, but it might make the right "what time zone are we in and when did we last sleep?" snack when Joe and Edie get here.I startled a doe and two fawns in the yard when I pulled up the driveway following the late-night run to the grocery store. They did their best frozen-deer-in-the-headlights impression for several seconds, then slowly ambled off to the edge of the woods. I have deer at Toad Woods -- they've eaten down most of my hostas two years running -- but I've yet to see one. Three in the middle of the yard was quite a treat. Now if I could only remember what stamp I put on the envelope with their Not-A-Worldcon flyer inside....
[Full Disclosure: That last bit is an obscure reference that will be enjoyed by
batwrangler, debgeisler, and others following the comment thread on my Not-A-Worldcon post.]Okay, so this shower report came with so much 4-part harmony that it probably doesn't qualify as a shower report at all. But there was a rather fine shower in it, and if I hadn't used the excuse to post another shower report, the rest probably wouldn't have been written at all.
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No, really... just follow this thread.
- maganese (much like other heavy metals) can cause brain damage
- manganese is commonly found dissolved in water at least in trace levels
- ingesting manganese doesn't result in much being delivered to the nervous system, so it has little effect
- inhaling manganese does result in quick delivery to the nervous system
- standing under a pressurized spray of manganese-contaminated water (even at levels the EPA considers "safe") is a great way to inhale manganese
So over time, showering can cause brain damage.Who knew? Not showering could be some global gamer conspiracy to take over the world through laziness.