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Let's talk about showers.

I love feeling the warm water cascade over my body. The water washes away
my tension, my worries, my frets about the day--and opens my mind. My
imagination unlocks, and I roam through worlds of my own design. Sometimes
I sing.

But on a ship, I can't do that. Here, the only water we have is what we
make. Here's a description of a Navy shower:

- Wait for your turn. (I'm fortunate in that we only have five female CPOs
right now to share one shower stall.)
- Turn on the water and hope it gets warm.
- Hop in and get everything you want to wash wet.
- Turn off the water using the little button on the shower nozzle.
- Lather up.
- Turn the water back on, and squeal like a baby when the water's cold
- Rinse and get out.

So I don't get a whole lot of time for reflection any more--but then again,
I don't get a lot of time for anything else, either.


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May. 8th, 2005 12:36 pm (UTC)
So they're keeping you busy, huh? *snugs* One thing I've experienced that approximates your chilly showers is the gunk-holer's wash-up. Translation: What a poor sailor has to do to get clean when puttering about in the northern Great Lakes, with no shower at all on the 30 foot sloop, and no marina in sight. First, you jump in the icy lake, then you fumble the soap off the sloop's transom ladder, then you lather up, dive, and scramble out.
May. 8th, 2005 02:20 pm (UTC)
Ack! Hell!
May. 11th, 2005 03:30 am (UTC)
*snugs* Shower time is the nicest time for reflection... but not when you know others are waiting for the space. Hope things are working out well for you.

Miss you being online!
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