Homage to Soap
Soap has got to
be mankind’s finest social invention. Life in the tropics would not be the same
without it. Living on Molokai would be impossible. In a matter of weeks
everyone on the island would be the exact same color as red dirt. I washed the
dogs today, the water swirling down the drain was oxide red and they live indoors. Some would
argue that coat hangers are up there with soap, or we would all be buried in
garments, but soap makes social interaction so much more pleasant. On my list
of things to appreciate I’m surprised it didn’t come up sooner. The puppy that
runs around out of control in this house chews on volcanic rocks, but won’t eat
milk bones and he bit into a bar of soap when I dropped it. I couldn’t stop him
fast enough, but I’ll smile every time his surprised little face comes to mind. Gotta love soap.
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