Sunday, May 20, 2007

Superstitious Nonsense

We have a humidifier tidily packaged in its box, resting on the counter of the bathroom, taking up most of the space. Originally purchased last winter, we've set it up each time Q has come down with croup. As he recovers and starts to play with the water in the container, we move it into the bathroom and forget about it. After a few days, I notice that it's still there, wipe it clean, and let it sit to dry. Some days after that, I'll remember to put it in storage.

This time, I boxed it up and it's still in the bathroom. Because what seems to happen right after I put the humidifier back in the garage?

Right, we need it again. Because of croup. And usually right before we have plans with friends with little ones.

We've been invited to a holiday BBQ next weekend.

I know that this is the kind of thinking that leads to athletes wearing the same pair of dirty socks to every home game of their baseball career to preserve a winning streak, but the humidifier is staying put, there on the bathroom counter.

Photo from one of our fountain admiration tours. This one looks like Q is asking advice from a giant talking clam. What would Mr. Clam do with the humidifier?

6 comments:

YF said...

yeah, better leave it there... I am not falling for that ole croup excuse again. :-)

K goose blog said...

here's to hoping for no croup

Lara said...

maybe he's worshipping the clam in the hopes of a croup-less memorial day weekend.

"oh, mr. clam. i bring you this offering of drool and poop to honor you so that you might not allow the demons of croup to eat my respiratory system next weekend..."

Occidental Girl said...

I hate sickness, but especially in the summer! Well, it's close to summer. I hope he stays well.

Karianna said...

Yes, I am all for superstition! And talking clams.

Lady M said...

It's still on the bathroom counter . . .