The Bliss of Ms. Blossom

I took a shower last night, and, like any normal person, tried to turn off the water. I soon learned that the knob was broken, but I continued turning and turning, hoping it would catch. Anyway, I ran around the apartment (yes, still naked) trying to find some way to stop the fuckin' water. I found a clamp thing in my toolbox (one of those flowered decorative boxes that comes with lotion sets) and stood in the bathroom for awhile trying to figure out what to do. In the end, I completely took apart the knob and various levels of metal and plastic that were underneath it until I reached some long metal stick that I turned until the water stopped pounding straight from the faucet to the drain. Yes, it's true, I saved the aquifer. Unfortunately, maintanence never came today to fix it, so I guess I get to take another shower using a clamp.

At work today, someone told me the story of St. Christopher, the patron saint of travellers. He was a giant who wanted to serve the most powerful master, and wandered around looking for it. Apparently some versions have him fighting the devil and winning. So he also carries travellers over rivers since he's so huge and can just walk through them. One time, this small child carrying a ball in his hand needed to be carried across a river, so St. Christopher put him on his back and set off. St. Christopher starts having a harder and harder time, until the boy actually helps the giant across. It turns out that it was the Christ child and he was holding the globe in his hand. Find most powerful master: check. Travellers who see St. Christopher with his staff should beware, because he trying to warn them about an avalanche or something else horrible. I agree with the woman who told it to me (who was wearing a St. Christopher medallion that sparked the conversation) that it's a nice saint story compared to the guesome bloody ones where saints are martyred in horrific ways.

I finally got pots for my plants (plural!) so they will love me back. I was wandering around Wal-Mart like an insane woman because I couldn't find the fuckin' pots for way too long. I can never find anything there. St. Christopher should have sent me a sign.

Crystal thought I said I was going to buy pot at Wal-Mart. If only.

There, Stephanie.