Public Service Announcement
Tuesday, March 31, 2009 at 2:00PM I have had a realization: I am not All That. Blogging, by its nature, can obscure the fact (so can I, by my very nature--I AM a soprano, after all). I might start to think the world really does revolve around me and my Courageously Reclaimed Life, but that is just one of those weird, star-of-your-own-movie (star-of-your-own-blog) brain tics.
This is tremendously freeing! I can write anything here, and honestly it's a big what-Ever. (Especially since you, dear reader, may be my only one. Whoever you are).
This does not stop me from longing for a greater purpose, so I will be making a series of occasional public service announcements to keep the wolf of existentialism from the door ;-)
Public Service Announcement #1:
Never rub your eyes with your hands unless they have been thoroughly washed (see #2 below). Your eyes are the LEAST defended entry point in your body, for viruses, bacteria, etc. If you must rub, use the inside of your shirt. Works like a charm.
Public Service Announcement #2:
To wash your hands adequately, lather 'em up for as long as it takes to sing the classic "Happy Birthday to You" song in its entirety, at a standard tempo (no rushing!)
Public Service Announcement #3:
Do try ChocoLove's red-wrapped, 65% chocolate bar, for a creamy dream of a treat.
Be safe. (And if you can't be safe, be wild).
Love, Ellen
Reader Comments (3)
"if you can't be safe be wild." I will opt for wild any day. Think I will make that my new theme song.
BTW my mom is a breast cancer survivor--8 years in remission now. She had a double mastectomy when she was 64. It's scary how this disease affects so many women. I am glad to hear you are doing well and spreading a message of hope. My mom does that, too. She started a mobile mammogram here and also went to Washington to lobby for higher cig taxes to generate more funding for treatment and prevention. Seems you survivors dance through the darkness right into the light. That warms my heart.
Peace,
Jo
Dear wild woman Jo, thank you! I love that phrase "survivors dance though the darkness right into the light". Beautiful. Love to you and your mom, love and hooray!
While I am grateful for the recommendation of a particular song, I must decline. I'm thinking, for me, one verse of Rocky Mountain High would be better in measuring the required scrubbing-bubbles duration in order to make my hands bad-germ free.
See, we have a dachshund who bursts into song within the first three notes of Happy Birthday, and he is worse than tone-deaf: he imposes the wish upon anyone in the vicinity to become deaf. Billy Joel--in particular, "My Life" which is my wife's favorite song (on her favorite BJ album) to begin cleaning house to--results in the same response from the little guy.
So, please allow me this slight deviation from the recommended PSA # 2 action item.