Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Duck in an Oil Spill

I woke up at 7 this morning and took off out East Grand. I went over the railroad tracks and crossed onto the course. 45 minutes later, I was back at the French House trying to scrub off for work. It was then that I discovered:

1. My left leg is now tie-dyed purple. The color won't come off.
2. My right leg is graced with an anklet of tar-- still warm, looks a lot like poop.

According to the Internet, I have to wait for the tar to harden and then peel/chip it off. Freezing it is the last resort. I got the bulk of it with Dawn & a sponge (technique stolen from the environmentalist oil spill clean-up films of my youth), but there's still a nice smear that should accompany me for the next couple days.

While I remember running through the purple flowers that got the best my left side, I'm not sure where this tar is from. Not a big deal, but something to obsess over. Good thing I've got some time to spare.

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