Is There Sex After 60? (Navigating Single Life After 60)

Today I want to talk about towels. Yes, towels, and especially bath towels. I have three complete sets of towels for both of my bathrooms. One set was very expensive, one set was medium-priced, and one set was (well I guess I will just say it), not less expensive, but cheap. The whole idea of a towel is to be able to dry the wet parts of your body. It has taken almost all of my 72 years to realize that none of my towels … let me repeat that … none of my towels actually do their job.

My expensive towels are big and they more or less wipe the water around. I have noticed that after, for example, I wash my hands and dry them on my hand towel, I often redry them on whatever clothes I am wearing at the time.

Okay now for the in-between towels. They partly dry my hands but then I often swish my hands in the air to dry them in our very dry, Colorado air.

As for my cheap towels well, yes, they sort of dry parts of my body after getting out of the shower however, after just drying my two arms the towels are almost soaking wet, so they stop doing their job right after drying two arms. Therefore, the rest of my body is standing there dripping wet. then I have to grab an expensive towel to sort of half-dry the rest of me.

My advice, keep a large number of cheap towels folded neatly on a shelf next to the shower and invest in a heat lamp for the bathroom ceiling.

Don’t you find it interesting that I only noticed this after living 72 years?  Stay tuned for more important noteworthier “Quelque chose” I have only recently noticed.  I am going to mention string bikinis and Good and Plenty candy, in my next post.  I bet you can’t wait to hear what I am going to say.  Me too!

Until next time…