Why am I always late coming here to catch up on your consistently educational as well as entertaining, poetic as well as pragmatic musings? Rhetorical question, no need to answer.

Hope you get lots of readers for the qarrtsiluni article. It’s enlightening.

Boys are fascinated by poop, though – there’s just no way around it. I had two brothers, and we’d compete to see who could produce the longest turd.

(Repressed? You? If that’s the case, I’m not sure I want to meet someone you’d consider fully liberated!)

If only we all had old privies, or eco-toilets. But they (the children) would probably come up with something else with which to embarrass the repressed parent.

As for plopping, my bathroom poems (not to be confused with my more recent translations of Issa) are still one of the biggest draws for random Google hits. The series ends with this haiku:

The old privy.
A turd falls in.
No sound of water.