On Monday afternoon, August 2nd (our 26th anniversary), Rocket Girl went shopping at the local Costco and bought, among other things, two very large packages of 4 oz. bars of Irish Spring "Original" soap. They were put away in their traditional place in the bathroom cabinet next to the shower where they would be within easy reach whenever it became time to replace a bar that had eroded past efficient cleansing utility.
This morning, I opened the last of those bars of soap.
For the first time in a little over six months, Irish Spring soap is back on our shopping list.
Fuck.
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Nothing to say, except I feel for you--the little things and the big things, there they are. Hang in there, Citizen.
Dear Citizen.
Such an evocative image, in a irreverent way, and now the soap of mourning unbearable loss.
My own disobedient memory has conflated the commercials for Irish Spring soap and Lucky Charms cereal with the 'Song of the Wandering Aengus', which I had to memorize around the same time they were on TV, so that I hear
… Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
now, in a new way.
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