On the Sunday morning of December 24th I discovered the answer to the mystery of how a
roll of toilet paper had gotten wet a couple of months ago. On the shelf where
I keep my working roll of toilet paper there are a few other items, including a
bowl of water in which I soak my denture when I’m not wearing it. When I got up
on Sunday I saw that the outer end of the coiled sheet of tissue had gotten
dipped into the bowl of water and that the water had been drawn out into the
roll. It had worked its way halfway into the roll when I caught it.
The water still
tasted like iodine and the smell was quite strong when I took a shower.
It’s weird how
accidents happen at home. I’m used to being careful with the dangerous stuff
like knives and fire, but then I open a harmless drawer, somehow pull too hard
so it comes out and starts to fall and then while trying catch it, cut my hand
on the edge. It only bled a little, so wasn’t a drastic injury. It was just an
annoying one.
Because of all the
warnings I kept reading about romaine lettuce, I threw out the romaine hearts
that I’d gotten from the food bank. I’d rather be safe than sorry. I kept the
collard greens and after sorting through the leaves and throwing out the bad
looking ones, I cooked them to have with dinner. The problem with lettuce is
that one doesn’t cook it.
There was a
snowstorm on Christmas Eve, so it was definitely going to be a white Christmas.
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