Peering at piss.

Odd, the thoughts and ideas that tumble and toil through my sludge of a brain. Had intended to think about and write further on thoughts and feelings about being “dismissed” from the farm but thoughts are still revolving around the concepts of “pissed off” and am fascinated by how much is expressed in vernacular by three simple letters. (don't argue, am pedantic old basket – the word piss is, actually, only three letters – p,i,s [repeated once].)

At this point, though, will say that there is nothing so predictable as unpredictability. Don't really intend to write much about the detail of Friday, Saturday nor Sunday .. average, nondescript days – but received a phone call on Monday just after 9am.

“Hello, Axxx* Personnel here. One of the people in the Hatchery at Gawxxr* is off sick, would you like a day's work?”

?? think i, sitting there in pyjamas – relaxed and “wound down” - caught by surprise, wondering what i was going to do with the rest of my life. “Errm,” say i, then making a sudden inexplicable decision, “OK”.

So, after a discussion about what was involved and how long it would take to get there, it was decided that i should meet Steve from AP at the BP station on the corner of xxxx Street at 10am. After a quick shave – no need for showers or change of clothing – fired up the Satellite navigator and trusty steed, set off at 9.35am and arrived at the BP station at 10.10. (which was good going, actually. The Hatchery is 32K away in an “outer suburb” and the last 5K is on “controlled” roadspace – traffic, lights, and speed limits.)

The Hatchery is quite an amazing place. Much more “regulated”, Hi-tech, and “citified” than the rough and tumble, impolite “naturalism” of the farm, but will write in more detail later. (perhaps; have yet to complete the “floor monster” story .. heh).

Where was i? Oh, contemplating urine – and fascinated by the number of concepts that can be conveyed by the simple word – piss.

“take the piss”
“piss in the pocket”
“piss into the wind”
“piss off, pissed off, piss 'im off”
“piss-up, get pissed, too pissed, pissed as a ..”

.. am sure there are more ..

And yet, what IS piss? Mostly water, H₂O, filtered through the kidneys and liver by a process of osmosis, and expelled from the body.

Oh yes, the purification process is somewhat incomplete, not comparable with vast and expensive, mechanical “purification” factories, as there are chemicals and compounds remaining – but valuable stuff, none-the-less. There is very little wrong with it as it exits the body, almost sterile. It's really only contact with the atmosphere and outside world – and the microbes therein – that turns it rancid.

(* disguised for irrational reasons best known to myself)