Miss Latin America’s absence is altering me, physically as well as mentally.
The tiny, barely visible hair in my left ear, a new late thirties development over the last year and perhaps a portent of hirsute problems to come with the onset of middle age, was always taken care of by her and her trusty tweezers, her tongue hanging out of her mouth in that cute way of hers when she was concentrating hard on something.
What would happen to domestic animals with no one to feed them? The same thing is going to happen to my body post Latin America.
It's now my responsibility and nigh on impossible to remove. People talk to me and I try to keep my left ear away from them. I’m always trying to get them to come over to my right side. These new grooming issues are another thing to deal with and one, as thoughtful as I am, as introspective as I can be, that I was aware was coming.
There was a documentary on TV not so long ago about life on earth 50 years after the end of man, charting the changes this planet would undergo if and when humans died out. Who would repair bridges? Who would take care of the weeds that would come up through all the concrete? What would happen to domestic animals with no one to feed them? The same thing is going to happen to my body post Latin America.
The ear is just the start.
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