I’ve
been channeling the spirit world in recent weeks. Well, not actually the whole spirit world,
but I do sometimes get possessed by someone named Ethel Weismuller, a woman who
died in 1992, of natural causes.
I’ve
come to know a lot about this long-deceased Floridian. For one, she really loved to play
shuffleboard. (Don’t ask me how I know
that.) And two, she absolutely adored
potted plants. As a matter of fact, many
thought she had the greenest of green thumbs.
Once
again, this morning, for about an hour, Ethel inhabited my body. During this odd period, I found myself
primping uncontrollably in the mirror and wanting to drink Metamucil—luckily I
don’t actually own any of the stuff. I
also took up my camera and snapped the photos I’ve included.
While
taking these pictures, I had the most powerful desire to weed, fertilize, and
prune. Luckily, I was able to control
these urges by aggressively reasserting my masculinity and thus scotching these
nurturing impulses.
