Must be the crack of Thursday-ish already, who knew? Don’t answer that; it’s rhetorical. Most of y’all don’t have a haredawgian calendar which is based on what he sees out the window and haredawg circadian rhythms (they are about a half click behind the beat; the circadian melody has to adjust). Mostly the haredawgian calendar is “Hey what day is it?” “Thursday” “Oh Shit” If it were written down it would be in colors instead of numbers and days of the week, and the colors would be outside the lines and not filled in until the sun set.
I know you know it’s Thursday, I’m just proudly declaring that I do as well.
I really want to talk about hair products, but my testicles resist. If, as so many women have noted in song, chapter and verse, the man thinks with his penis, I mean if the penis is the brains of the operation, the testicles are surely the strong arm, knee breaking enforcers. So, my brief hair product thing will try to have some testicular fortitude. I’ve been here a year and still can’t get used to the water. I still can’t get anyone to either give me a straight answer or an answer other than “Gee whiz I don’t know” to the question ‘where does the water come from here?’ It’s a bit like drinking from a public pool; you can’t taste the pee on account of the chlorine. It does bad things to my skin and hair. I got a tester of Wen products on account of a chick, who my testicles are very fond of, spritzing some on my head before I got my MI license pic. I got it from amazon, not because it was a better price or faster or anything, but because the screaming deal on the Wen website is sort of an enrollment thing.
I am really bad with ongoing subscriptions, I forget to cancel them. I know most companies are really good about cancelling, I appreciate the ones that do an exit interview as well (e.g. may I ask why you are no longer interested in this product sir? Yes. I grew up forty years ago and just am no longer interested in green lantern decoder rings, I meant to get back to you sooner.) because you know you have a live person writing shit down.
The Wen stuff makes my hair and skin more manageable and supple (shut up balls!). It wasn’t a problem with the pristine water that came from the tap in North Clackamas County. It was like drinking from a mountain stream without all the beaver shit. You can see the reservoirs in Portland and you can see bull run (which is mostly mountain run off), though Clackamas water comes from elsewhere, it’s difficult to tell the difference; I’m just saying if the water tastes weird from your tap in Multnomah or Clackamas county it’s your pipes or the well you dug yourself.
Ah, a sweet interruption and am resisting the urge to wad this up as my train of thought has been derailed. It’s not hard to do. There are a lot of myths about derailing trains, even the ones designed to scare kids and dissuade them from putting pennies on the track. It’s pretty hard to derail a real train. My train of thought jumps the tracks all on its own, or you could just switch your tail and the locomotive, box and flat cars and caboose will take flight and dance like a hippo in fantasia.
I don’t know if I ever wrote about this, but late last spring coming back from the senior center, the gates went down and we were waiting for a long freight train. On the flat care were huge propellers and other things that looked like pieces of military equipment (I assume the propellers were for something nautical, most planes these days that would need a propeller that large don’t use propellers). I had my demented father and sheltered mom in the car so I didn’t get answers to the zillion questions I had. I haven’t really asked anyone else. A few years back when I was visiting to assess the necessity to come back here, my buddies took me on a tour of where all the industry no longer was craters in the ground, or rubble like European cities at the tail end of WWII. However, at least one of those factories must still be there, retooled for military purposes and the railroad is still a primary means of moving freight in these parts.
Not too long ago I was lying in a bed closer to the track than this house, surprised to hear the evening train (I guess I’m always doing something noisy in the evening) I’ve written a million times to this same audience on a different site about my childhood memories of waking to the sound of the morning train whistle and crickets. Those trains were carrying either newly made Cutlass Supremes (the car that was finished in Lansing) or Motor wheel parts or Fischer Bodies. Those plants are all rubble as is the old Diamond Rio plant which had been abandoned ever since I could remember but stood in south Lansing like urban art, blue sky between the bricks two hundred feet up and iron weed and dandelion poking through the bricks on the ground. Although the area is depressed, the trains still run equipment, like the water though, I don’t know from whence they spring.
Ah, my testicles were fine with that last paragraph, damn near euphoric. Just a tip to those considering getting a pair; euphoric is the state you want those things in. In general, when in doubt check off the box for euphoria, it may not always be the best option but if you get it you just don’t care if it’s best or not. Granted, euphoria of the brain seems much more pervasive, but barring that, euphoria of the nuts is pretty dang good.
I’d give a glowing recommendation of the Wen products despite mid-level reproductive protests except I’m not completely convinced yet. So far, however, the products, particular the main one, their bread and butter, seems to be pretty extraordinary. I’ve found, over the years, my hair is happiest when I rotate shampoos though, sort of like after a week of pizza you need to order Chinese. I’m actually a pretty good cook but I’d been living alone for the four of the last three years of marriage and I can’t cook for one, and the kitchen here is a nightmare. Oh, that was a tangent. I just mean like anything else I feel if you don’t do something in moderation it loses efficacy and some things, like, for instance, eating, you do sort of have to do daily or, at least, a few times a week. When eating in moderation is discussed it’s discussed regarding portion not eating on Wednesdays and Fridays and breathing on Mondays and Saturdays (another thing you don’t really want to do in moderation).
Ah, another sweet distraction. I’m going to half-ass a spell check, post and run.
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