Semi-Daily Scribbles

Maya earned a college degree, damn it! Ralph and the kids didn't give a second thought to Mom's intellect. They just needed her to make their lives a little less of a hassle. For instance, Maya knew how to separate the laundry. She'd happily tell them all cold water worked for most things. Maya dreamed of rivulets and great sweeping sheets of icy blue water. She often pictured herself clad in overstretched sweats, negotiating treacherous rapids on a rather enlarged under-the-rim bowl deodorizer, paddling madly with a wickedly big brush. She was going to get to her destination regardless of discomfort and danger. Regardless of loneliness and lungs filled with pure mountain runoff. All she had to do was take a deep breath, point her toes in the right direction, and hold on. Maya'd grown tired of scrubbing the commode every time she had to pee. What a chore, but how else could she sit down in peace? Turbulent, torrential water washed away a multitude of sins.