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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Last week, the bathroom in my parents' house was covered with dust. This was because of renovations.
(The room won't be un-bathroomed; it's just that a wall was knocked into to move a pipe because its as-yet-unborn sister bathroom upstairs needs the plumbing. Something like that.)
Anyway, as I saw and smelled the dust, my thoughts grumbled, "This looks like a war zone - it's destabilizing. I can imagine how people in Iran and Ukraine feel." But then I caught myself: no, this experience is much tamer; how could I *know* what being in a war is like, overall? ...I can imagine, sure, but I can also imagine sparkly unicorns setting fire to a McDonalds.
Which My Little Ponies are the unicorns again? Twilight Sparkle and Rarity? ...Not long ago, my cousin Lia and I were able to name all six of the main characters without having watched the show in a purposeful on-our-own sort of way. It's not bad, though. Landlady S's two kids watched it, mostly the older one. Anyway, would Twilight Sparkle and Rarity commit arson? Maybe...after realizing that a food chain they used to like as small foals has boring burgers in stingy sizes. And they haven't yet outlived their adolescent impulsivity. Oh yes, and in my imagination they also breathe fire. (I know that's dragons. Hush.)
Anyway, the debris has been brushed off the tub and the renovators are on a bronchitis-and-freezing-rain break - he caught bronchitis, she caught not wanting to drive on very icy roads.
Maybe they will resume, with noise, on Friday. And it still won't be a war zone.
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