Hot Time, Summer in the City

At times like this I wish I could cut my nose off, but not to spite my face.  It is the case that my nose is a bright red and my face is more or less a palish white freckled self.  The same principle at use in putting a clay sculpture in a furnace and having its attachment fall off, except my nose remains… if I am not careful, and sometimes I am not, sunburned to a crisp.

I mention this because of a toddler encounter I had.  My relation to all pre-speaking humans is basically one of an exchange of funny faces while they are being courted about by their mom or dad, generally but not always without the mom or dad paying attention — and then briskly turning my attention away whether or not the child follows suit.  In this case the toddler looked at me, pointed to his nose, and made a wide smile of derisiveness.  He found my bright red nose funny.

Tomorrow I think I will walk around with my nose completely succumbed in a giant wad of sun screen.  My nose will be white, the white will drip off for the hour uncomfortably but ah well.

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