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It always takes more time than I suspected and I am running slower as well. The dishes, however, were more work than anticipated. There is something special about dishwater that has sat for... too long. A stench that has to be worked out. A fresh wash, a new dishrag and the old one probably to be thrown, another soap soak, with vinegar, now a soak in just hot water and vinegar. But the smell is gone from the dishpan and dishes at least. Laundry was being done in there as well. Three loads through, one more in the wash and dryer. Most of what will go out on the line is hung. Jeans, shorts, a sweater, basically the heavier stuff. I enjoyed the towels my mother line dried, it makes them rougher but seemingly more absorbent?
I didn't get to planting or hoeing yesterday. Neither will I get to it today. I also didn't get the plumbing in the kitchen sink set back up. With the dishes tended, I won't be dealing with a major stink when I do get in there though. Ah well. Oh, but the laundry that isn't drying was either folded or hung. Another night like last night, however, and I think I'll be back on track to do some serious work again. That one cool night helped in ways I simply can't explain. Like the breath of air that allows a whale to dive miles deep? Something. But I have to have that. Several deep breaths of cool would put things back to rights.
A nap, though, shortly. After the last load is finished. I told my friend I would be in town today, and I plan on it. My phone is charged, and will be right beside my bed. I'm hoping mid-afternoon will work. I did get a shower in, but another wouldn't hurt, just to moisturize a bit extra. Best check on the laundry and wind down.
I'm not sure about my last haiku poem. I am not even sure it makes sense, or... something. When watching the video the poem just wrote itself so... I just left it as it is. I have found some sense to it for myself, but if it doesn't work for you I do understand. Oddly, it, and the first, seem to mean the most to me personally, if I am not sure they are the best. Later.
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