Happy Towel Day!
Wow…that means we’ve been blogging for a year now! Amazeboots.
OK, I have no idea what that means, but you get the idea.
Towel Day this year happened to fall on #Caturday on G+. This is one of my favorite pictures from today:
I have no idea why WordPress rotated it. It wasn’t that way when I uploaded it, I swear.
Today I kept my towel with me at all times. It even came in handy when the restroom at the movie theater ran out of paper towels. Maria and I went to see Star Trek: Into Darkness. It was fun, but definitely not my dad’s Star Trek. He gave me an earful on the phone about it.
Greetlings fellow sojourners, friends, family (Love you Mom!) and assorted random internet people who have stumbled upon this blog.
I bought a new towel this morning. It’s bright red, and works well as a cape. (No, you’re not going to get pictures. Don’t even ask.) I don’t usually choose beach-size towels for carrying around with me; in fact, I usually don’t have more than an old-fashioned handkerchief. But something about this particular towel called to me. Of course, it might have had something to do with the fact that a really cute guy smiled at me while I was testing its cape-worthiness. Alas, he had a ring on his finger, so a smile was as far as it went.
So much for flirting.
Contrary to popular opinion, I do know how to flirt. I have Friday off, so I’m going to go to the 2nd Street Mall and see if anyone else is carrying a towel. It’s a great conversation starter, and guarantees we have something in common. And I usually get at least a smile when they find out I’m named after Douglas Adams. I just have to be careful calling people a “Hoopy Frood;” even though it’s a compliment, some people take it the wrong way.
In 2001 when we lost the late great Douglas Adams, I was not yet twelve years old. I had just finished reading Life, the Universe, and Everything and was trying to find Dad’s copy of So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish. (Dad didn’t believe in putting books on shelves… they were stashed everywhere but…) I don’t remember how I found out. For those of you who might not remember 2001, the internet was not as widely available as it is now. We didn’t have a computer in our house, much less an internet connection.
But I knew. Later, when I found out that his fans were declaring “Towel Day” to be celebrated two weeks after his death, which just happened to be my birthday, I took it as a sign. It was a Friday. I took a towel to school, and, well…no one noticed. I think I was already enough of a weirdo that people just shrugged and said “Yeah, that’s Kat. No, I have no idea why she has a towel over her shoulder. She’s just weird like that.”
I don’t always carry a towel with me. I usually have a wash cloth or some wet wipes though, and I can put my hands on a towel with very little notice in most situations. When I’m traveling, I always have a towel with me. Sometimes it’s rolled up like a neck roll. Sometimes I’ll sit on it if the seat I’m assigned is less than clean. (I’ve encountered levels of stickiness that I swear are beyond humanity’s capabilities… there must be Vogons involved somehow.)
I get to celebrate Towel Day 2012, which also happens to be a Friday, in Colorado Springs. I’ll be back at Sojourner headquarters for a few weeks in between sojourns. I’m looking forward to it, especially the part about staying in the cabins with the trainees.
Slumber party time!