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Dad had many uses for bleach.
I remember him telling that sometimes when he couldn't get a shower, he'd take a washcloth and splash a little diluted bleach on it and call that a shower.
Another time, we were driving down to Tombstone Arizona in the brown van which had no air conditioning. It was summertime and quite hot. Dad stopped at a KMart in Lake Havasu AZ to buy some bleach cleaner and a block of ice. We emptied out our ice chest as instructed by Dad. He put the block of ice in the ice chest and poured a little bleach and water in there. He then asked us to give him all the pillow cases. We were confused to say the least. I thought he was starting a load of laundry right there in the van. Fifteen minutes later, we were all wearing our damp bleachy pillow cases around the back of our necks to cool us off. The bleach was to keep everything fairly sanitary since we were all sweating.
So, I've recently had a bout of stubborn Athlete's Foot. I remember Dad had it alot and would always splash a little bleach in the shower after he was done using it. He said it was mostly so he didn't give it to anyone who showered after him. Considerate and strange I guess. But I found myself in my shower, splashing bleach on the shower floor to try to control things a bit. It seemed completely normal to me to have a bleach product in the shower, but Ryan thought it was strange. I had some "Rex-isms" to explain to him.
Dad was certainly adaptable to almost any situation. I find myself in odd situations trying to adapt and I think I'm a better person because of the example he was to me.
Dad had many uses for bleach.
I remember him telling that sometimes when he couldn't get a shower, he'd take a washcloth and splash a little diluted bleach on it and call that a shower.
Another time, we were driving down to Tombstone Arizona in the brown van which had no air conditioning. It was summertime and quite hot. Dad stopped at a KMart in Lake Havasu AZ to buy some bleach cleaner and a block of ice. We emptied out our ice chest as instructed by Dad. He put the block of ice in the ice chest and poured a little bleach and water in there. He then asked us to give him all the pillow cases. We were confused to say the least. I thought he was starting a load of laundry right there in the van. Fifteen minutes later, we were all wearing our damp bleachy pillow cases around the back of our necks to cool us off. The bleach was to keep everything fairly sanitary since we were all sweating.So, I've recently had a bout of stubborn Athlete's Foot. I remember Dad had it alot and would always splash a little bleach in the shower after he was done using it. He said it was mostly so he didn't give it to anyone who showered after him. Considerate and strange I guess. But I found myself in my shower, splashing bleach on the shower floor to try to control things a bit. It seemed completely normal to me to have a bleach product in the shower, but Ryan thought it was strange. I had some "Rex-isms" to explain to him.
Dad was certainly adaptable to almost any situation. I find myself in odd situations trying to adapt and I think I'm a better person because of the example he was to me.
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