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As for hair, the groceries were bagged by a very nice young man who had hair like a faun. Seriously, between the sideburns so long that they were just locks in front of his ears, and the clumpy spikes, it was as if Mr. Tumnus had decided that now that he has been redeemed for obeying the White Witch, he would assist people in supermarkets.
On my way out, I noticed that Kid ‘n Play are back–or at least Kid’s hair is. Or maybe it was Play’s hair.
This weekend has been really hot, and it’s the kind of heat that comes with no air movement whatsoever. Naturally, this is when we ran out of water.
I believe that the city water supplies are safe. I’m not too worried about the pharmaceuticals in the water–the amounts, while measurable, are very low. Based on what I can tell, this is something that we should know about, not something that the media needed to turn into a panic-fest.
But our water tastes bad. It’s the pipes, not the water itself, so we get the reverse-osmosis water from those machines outside the supermarket, and have a stock of 5-gallon bottles that fit into a dispenser in our kitchen. This system works well until we stop paying attention to how many full bottles remain, and suddenly run out. So we just got back from a trip to the grocery store, where we also bought ice. Sometimes we also run out of ice.
Of course, it could always be worse. It looks like fire season may be starting, even though it’s early.