Hello, Welcome. I’m Renée Valentina, and this is Musing Interruptus, a compilation of stories, rants, and sometimes nonsense, hopefully for your enjoyment. You can read along; just click on continue reading in the description to open a Google Doc with the transcription of this episode. For my students; the idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. For everyone: if you like it, subscribe, follow, show your support vía paypal, share your favorite episodes, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Drop a comment with your answers to today’s questions! I love hearing from you!
Today, Bordering the Line
A guy is walking down the sidewalk, avoiding the cracks, human contact, and contact with anything. The sound of his leather soles against the concrete sidewalk and the sounds people make when they are trying to accommodate someone's needs compete for our attention. This person couldn't care less about anyone else. The next stop is a psychiatrist’s office and then back home. The many compulsive acts seemed to culminate at the bathroom sink. The hand washing protocol seared into my mind. A few lathers of a new bar of soap under scalding water, toss the bar, open another. Do it again. At least, that’s what I remember. Or what I chose to remember from that movie. Do you know which one I am referring to?
