I folded laundry
for ten straight hours—my hands ache
no poem for you
One of the things I try to do before school starts every year is tackle the mountain of clean laundry that accumulates during the summer. Mt. Clothesmore was especially challenging this year. I am down to about half a basket of things with no homes and the socks. I’m sure I’ll get to that tomorrow.
We also had some minor excitement today when some bark dust caught on fire for miscellaneous reasons that have been identified and will not happen again. Overall, this day gets approximately a 5.32 out of 10.
I can never work out where all the odd socks go 😆
I eventually do the unthinkable and throw them away.
After a few years.