The other day I had to scrub 3 urinals and 8 toilets and five different bathrooms. Today I have been sick all day with some sort of low-grade flu & lots of unproductive queasiness. I don’t think it has anything to do with the toilet scrubbing since I wore rubber gloves, but maybe I picked up a bug somewhere else during my tour of duty as after-school janitor.
The little Lutheran school my son attends saves money by having all the parents volunteer to take on the cleaning duties. Monday it was our turn. I wasn’t quite sure how to go about cleaning a urinal (no special instructions were given), but I think I did an okay job. It felt good to be industrious and, as I’d never been face to face with a urinal before, I have to say I was impressed with the practicality, and even beauty, of the design. Kept wishing I had one at home.
Up in the girls' bathroom, thirty years ago I sat my wee butt down on the very facilties I was scrubbing. Fifty years ago my parents did the same in their respective restrooms. I don’t think much has changed since then; everything still functions. The public school system around here is quick to discard & destroy many beautiful old school buildings. Funny how long things can last when it’s a case of either make-do or do-without.
Now I am still queasy and am about to turn in for the night with a frivolous novel about a woman converting an old manor house in Cornwall into a country hotel. I hope gastronomic descriptions will be kept to a minimum.
9:11:27 PM 
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