Aug
11
I used the bathroom twice while I was at Lucille’s apartment. I waited too long to write about it because I’ve forgotten a lot of details. Was a terrycloth bathrobe hanging off the hook on the door? Did I see it from the long mirrored medicine cabinet? What shampoos or soaps were in the combo bath-shower? What else was on the sink counter besides those two green packs of Depends diapers (or were the packages red — why can’t I be sure about this either?) stacked one on top of the other against the bit of wall?
The medicine cabinet was partially open, and two old Ban roll-on deodorants were on different shelves. Each looked to be at least 20 years old, both from their labels and from that hard-to-define gunk that collects on stuff in a bathroom — dust, baby powder, dried deodorant or toothpaste.
In the bathroom’s florescent light I saw my first gray hair. It’s funny what lingers in your mind months later.
Tags: Depends, gray hair, lucille hassen, medicine cabinet