Dremel those blues away

I highly suggest it, as often as necessary. Too bad there aren't a few more things to destroy with Cutting Wheel #4 in this house. Destroy for good purpose. Five years ago, I hung a wire shelf under the chute in the laundry room, thinking that if I positioned a big basket under the chute I could safely manage my washables. I chopped off two feet of the shelf this morning with my Dremel and a hacksaw. Oddly cathartic. And now the hope of a manageable basket of dirty clothes that I could tote from chute to machine has become a doable hamper settled on the floor, a few feet further from the hole in the ceiling. No more attacks from falling socks. Dirty falling socks. Gross.

It was a dumb idea in the first place. I tried to solve a problem and created a new one, then sat stuck with it for five years because I was afraid of what life would be like without the comfort of my mistake.

Must be a transition period in my ten-week boot camp or something, because lately I've been feeling rather existential.

Obviously.

On the other hand, I'd forgotten how much I cherish my safety glasses. They're pretty stylish, and, well, safe.

And now my colors, whites and linens are neatly sorted in individual hampers, waiting to be fed into the monster LG and tossed gently with tepid water, lavender biodegradable detergent and steam. Sweet blessed steam.

Steam solves all the world's problems. Or at least that's what it says in the LG Owner's Manual.

Art is helpful, too. After many months of neglect, always doing something else, I rifled through my feeds this morning and stumbled upon ;) Things With Wings and Other Things. Elizabeth and I spent an inordinate amount of time in their booth at the Valley Junction Art Market last spring. It's very happy stuff. Good for the soul!