I'm reminded of being 7 or so, and having a massive pelvis-down poison oak rash, from having used the bushes to pee while playing down at the creek (I grew up like that, pee where it's convenient if a toilet's not near), and apparently squatting into leaves.
My mom sighed, applied manzanita compresses, and said, "What did I tell you? You *know* what poison oak looks like!" And I do, I can spot it in all forms, in all seasons, I was just 7, and had to pee.
Also, krasota, our 7 am pile driver, after weeks and weeks in our neighborhood, seems to have moved on, as the freeway widening nears completion.
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Date: 2007-11-06 07:21 pm (UTC)My mom sighed, applied manzanita compresses, and said, "What did I tell you? You *know* what poison oak looks like!" And I do, I can spot it in all forms, in all seasons, I was just 7, and had to pee.
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