Self-Squeegee

I ran for a long time this morning. Then I came home, grabbed my buddy's dog Rescue, and ran some more. I found out a few days ago that his will power is not what it should be, well, that and I'm deranged right now...
Anyways, I turned off the water to the shower and (I know this is odd), but I have really big hands and really short hair, so I squeegeed most of the water off my head before I grabbed my towel. Alison always thought it was dorky. Just to prove how dorky it is, I'll admit to shimmying like Rescue when he gets wet as well. What can I say, it saves a lot of towel wetness. I always justified it to Alison that way. "Your towel will be wet should you want to shower tonight. Mine will be dry."
In the final couple months Alison and I showered a lot together. It's not as sexy as it sounds; it was necessary because of her inability to get in and out by herself, the risk of falling, and her inability (because of pain) to wash her hair or anywhere below her thighs. So, quickly getting to the point, after I came back from D.C. she said, "Look sweetie, I adopted your squeegee." Then she giggled and used her hand to shed her hair's retained water. I was never so proud.
I miss her a lot. It's now been 10 days. Much longer than any other length we've gone without talking since we came together in 2001.
I miss her voice. Her giggle. Her smile. And it is SO nice to remember things like the self-squeegee acceptance. Maybe in another seven years she would have been doing the shimmy!
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