And Then A Shower Tip...

You got a shower cubical or a bath with shower over with a glass door? You live in a hard water area? You sick of cleaning lime scale build-up off the glass of either/or? You bored with this already? In that case, lift that boredom and skip to the song.

We live in a particularly hard water area and as we both take a morning and evening shower, the lime build-up is amazingly quick to appear and, yes, the proprietary lime and grime sprays work but do involve much soaking and rubbing and we have so much more of interest to do. Or as Susan Ertz  said, “... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.”

Upon searching the Inter-Web, and I’m guessing many of you already know this, white vinegar seemed a popular way of shifting it. This did, indeed, cause a slight ripple in that part of my brain partitioned off for the use by my four kilobytes of random access memory which is also where I found the song below lurking, and, while in a store, I chanced to see white vinegar in one of they spray lookin’ bottles. Nothing ventured so I got a bottle at a cost of buttons. This was challenged by the checkout operative who threatened to call security so I was obliged to retrieve my buttons and proffer proper money.

I carefully read the directions... I tell a lie; they were in a font size close to zero so I passed on that but next morning I just sprayed the glass and tiles and left it while I took care of my other pre-shower ablutions. {Should that be ablution’s being the ablution’s belonging to me?} Ten minutes later, I hopped into the shower and rinsed off the area using, not surprisingly, the shower head.

After all showers were completed and giving the area a couple of hours to dry, I took a look. You know what? As clean and clear as could be. So there you go; effortless lime-be-gone with the added advantage of enjoying a shower while taking in a heady aroma reminiscent of fish an’ chips with lashings of vinegar. However, I wouldn’t recommend spraying it on your fish an’ chips. Trust me, there’ll be other stuff in there besides white vinegar...

As a further by-the-by, it seems to have, by some means not yet fully understood by me, of dramatically slowing down further lime scale build-up. This is wot I used and I’m sure there are other brands out there.

Thus ends a post that’s probably bored a bored person into yet deeper boredom and beyond. But, hay, snap out of it and go ride on the wall of death just one more time, okay?

       

Quote;  Cecil Beaton.

“Perhaps the world's second-worst crime is boredom; the first is being a bore.”

And Then I Dry….

This post is aimed at those of you over the age of, oh, I don't know, sixty five{?} and relates to a post from a little bit after a while ago in which I ruminated on that old age problem of feet washing and drying.

If you're younger, move on. Although it may be a good plan to carefully bookmark this as, if you look out front, you'll see the road ahead very gently rising towards the horizon. However, once you get there you'll be saddened and somewhat despondent to see that, once over the hill, the road descends at a frighteningly precipitous angle  and you'll stand there, looking down and thinking, "Damn! It's gettin' harder and harder by the day to dry my feet. Where's that pesky bookmark? Damn! That was on the old computer."

Here's a foot solution I discovered by accident. Pardon? No, I didn't have an accident, end up lying on the floor and so take advantage of this predicament to dry my lower appendages. This was a solution I arrived at after nearly tripping on my towel.

Take your towel, a large towel, not a face towel, with an opposite end of the long length in each hand.
Hold your hands about eighteen inches apart allowing the towel to hang in a large U shape in front of you.
Lower your arms until the bottom of the towel U is resting on the floor.
Carefully raise one foot – this is critically important – ONE FOOT - and, using your hands clasping the towel ends, slip the bottom of the towel U bend below this foot.  Time and coordination are of the essence during this manoeuvre so as to keep to an absolute minimum the length of time you have to stand on one foot.
Lower your foot onto the towel and rest.
Once sufficiently rested, raise the toe and sole area while keeping the heel area on the deck. This will allow just enough clearance to enable the towel to be moved vigorously from left to right by lifting your left forearm and slightly relaxing your right forearm, and vicky-verky, while ensuring adequate contact is maintained between your two pins and the floor.
Repeatedly shift your weight from heel to toe  'till you're confident your foot is dry from toe to heel then repeat the above for foot two.
If you discover you're repeating the above for foot three then you may have a problem I'm unqualified to help you with.
Finally, should you be fussy enough, use talcum powder from a squeezy bottle to dry between your toes. This should be fired from as low as you can reach without doing any bending at all.
Your lower legs can be semidried in a similar manner but don't expend too much time or effort on this as trousers are great drying tubes.
You are now ready to proceed to the bedroom and, either sitting or lying on the bed, wrestle your socks on. After grasping each sock in turn with both hands, and before dragging them on, ensuring the socks are the right-side-out and heel-hollow down.

This towel drying method could be used, using a strip cut from an old towel, to actually wash your feet in the shower as above. This will depend on your personal level of foot hygiene. I tend to just slosh my feet about in the soapy water that's rinsed off my body after basic top and tail cleansing.

I've found that this method of foot drying quickly became quite rhythmic and relaxing although, to a casual observer who may be in the bathroom, for whatever reason, it probably resembles the final frenetic moments one would expect of a particularly complex square dance or Morris dance.

Quote;  Jerry Seinfeld.

“Somebody just gave me a shower radio. Thanks a lot. Do you really want music in the shower? I guess there's no better place to dance than a slick surface next to a glass door.”