I was getting ready to go out the other day, leaning over
the sink brushing my teeth. I stood and reached for my watch and a big dollop
of toothpaste landed in the middle of my chest. Oops.
I immediately thought of an old friend and laughed. I worked
with C.M. for almost ten years, more than fifteen years ago. It was not
uncommon that I would be in a meeting with her and notice a white spot on her
top, near the shoulder. I remember pointing it out to her one day and she just
nodded her head and said “its toothpaste”.
“Toothpaste?” I said, and wondering how she could get
toothpaste on her clothes like that, I asked.
Apparently she was big into multitasking...working wife and
mother, busy morning routines to get everybody off to school and work. I found
that scenario incredible, not the busy Mom, the pack’em up, move’em out kind of
morning, but the walking about doing other chores while brushing your teeth.
My habit is to lean over the sink, usually on one elbow, and
remain that way until the task is complete. I don’t stand up straight, I don’t
move about. That plop of toothpaste on my shirt the other day was not the first
time that had happened.
I’ve learned I need to be over the sink, as I admit I’m a
frothing at the mouth, messy brusher. I prefer the toothpaste that drips not
land on my clothes, especially if I’m dressed to go out. As it is I usually
have to wipe drips off the back of my hand or the counter, in addition to
rinsing out the sink.
I like these little snapshots of the past, these pleasant
memories of people I once knew and am no longer in touch with. It was a feel
good moment.
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