Christmas is coming and it occurs to me that it is probably time to start getting ready.
You can never start getting ready for Christmas too early. Heck, I had a friend who was always ready for Christmas in August. God rest her soul. She wore out quick in life.
I usually wait til the last minute. I need the adrenalin rush to get me through the ordeal.
But this year is going to be different because I recognize that the earth is going through some major rapid changes and I have decided it is easier to decide what to buy for folks when climate chaos is in the works.
This year I am buying everybody the same thing. A towel.
One beach size bath towel for each person on my Christmas list.
I got my idea from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
That book has a few things to say on the subject of towels.
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing a hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta;
you can lie on it on the brilliant beaches, inhaling the heady sea vapors;
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you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert;
use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth;
wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat;
wrap round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid unwanted gazes;
and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value.
For some reason,
if a non-hitchhiker discovers that a hitchhiker has a towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, washcloth, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet-weather gear, space suit, etc., etc.
Furthermore, the non-hitchhiker will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidently have "lost".
What the non-hitchhiker will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against the terrible odds, win through and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
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Hope HARP is not pointed over your sky.
Be prepared.
Keep track of your towel,
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