The Shower Incident

I was showering the other day. Yes, I do that at least once quarterly, but bear with me.

I grabbed the Old Spice, the one on the left in the photo. I promise you, however, that only the Old Spice was in the shower with me ... although I certainly do need to catchup on many things.



Except the bottle was oriented the other way from the photo — with the top-up.

While that might have seemed normal in the previous century, I think the picture suggest that the bottle paradigm is shifting and that top-down is becoming the de facto normative position.

It only makes sense really because when the bottle is more empty than full, the desired substance, which is what you buy the bottle for in the first place is much more accessible.

Beyond that, it's especially handy dandy for ketchup which has from time immemorial (whatever that means, but it sounds good to me) been a deuce of a thing to entice out of its container. You know what? It only costs a few cents more to purchase the top-down ketchup container than the old fashioned standard issue. And since one bottle of ketchup lasts for at least a half century, I for one am willing to ante up the extra coinage.

So ... if the Old Spice bottle will stand top-down as in the photo, why was I forced to orient it standing top- up in the shower? Regardless (please note: not irregardless as many are wont to say), why was it a problem?

Well,I didn't have it standing top- down because the top is so narrow that a misguided breath or water droplet would bring it tumbling down. That's why!

And ... that was a problem because I had almost run out of soap and prodigious shaking was required. It's not that I mind that much, really, but I really wonder why those Spicy Oldsters who make the product wouldn't just design the cap properly in the first place. This halfway business is nowhere, dude/duchess.

I mean, it was good for one blog post, but the keener visioned amongst will have discerned that I have gone over to the nymphs of the Irish Spring for my next month of laves.

I'm sure there will be a spring in my step although I'm likely to become a less spicy blogger.

Sunday Babbling

I guess, I'll just ramble a bit this morning. I don't really have anything particular on my mind but feel like typing some words anyway. Am I the only one who ever feels that way?

It looks like a nice Sunday out there. It's sunny, and temperatures will be in the mid-teens F this afternoon, so it's time to get out for a walk. Somehow, what we plan to do every day (i.e. go for a walk) doesn't get done on many days. In fact, I think we've been sedentary for three days now although I have worked out once in that time. We have recently heard that there are some walking trails out on the edge of town, so maybe we'll try to find them. The directions weren't terribly clear to me, but I can get to the general area anyway.

What I have been doing is getting very frustrated at/by the computer. It has the tendency to shut down with no advance warning when I am working on it,particularly when I am working with Photoshop. At first, I thought it was a heat issue. I work on a large screen laptop, and, sometimes, laptops do have heat issues. So I forked out money for a cooling pad — a device that has fans to help keep the machine cool. But it's just gotten worse, so it isn't a heat problem. Next, I suppose shall try adding more memory (as Photoshop is very memory-intensive program). Although I should do that (add memory) regardless, I suspect the problem is deeper than that. I do not look forward to taking it in somewhere or reformatting and starting over, but it may come to that.

Meanwhile, I will continue to be somewhat frustrated in my attempts to get things done. While I can usually type and surf the net without too much problem, the things that I shall call work for want of a better word are problematic: work such as restoring a photo for our nice neighbour. It's a school picture of her son but has faded and been splattered over the years. Since it is both her favourite and her son's, I would like to help her/them out.I think I can, but it's really difficult to make headway when the computer keeps crashing. Sometimes I laugh; sometimes I cry; sometimes I bang my head against the wall; one time I may pitch the things out of this second story window — without bothering to open it first!

The women had a baby shower for Butterfly yesterday. Two of her friends and their spouses drove all the way across province from our former hometown to hold it for her. That's sure committed friendship because it's a six hour drive — at speeding best; it was certainly more than six hours for Cuppa and me when we used to make that trip, but, of course, I was greatly impeded by the necessity of making many more pit stop than the young ones are required to. Since I wasn't there at the shower, not anywhere remotely proximate, I won't try to talk about it, but I presume that Cuppa will write about it at some point in time — and possibly post photos (do ya think?). Cuppa had to leave early, so we'll head over to Butterfly's later to properly and thoroughly examine the various gifts. For whatever reason, Cuppa must actually touch something in order to see it, and she didn't get a chance to do that yesterday.

So, that's what I have to say when I don't have anything to say.