Taking my Time
It may be that in this day and age, doing the laundry is a matter of pushing the correct buttons. As our laundry is in the bathroom, our laundry basket is not large. Since both of us are retired and the muck, muck of days of old is pretty much over . . . it’s either a load of darks or it’s a load of lights and whites. Folding and tucking away is ongoing until the last turn of the dryer drum. I like clean clothes.
The vacuuming in the studio is just about complete. I got side-tracked when I realized the filter for our dehumidifier needed cleaning. As I have mentioned my threads and fuzz . . . yup it gets sucked into the filter. I also made a note that we have one extra furnace filter on hand.
Up until the time we purchased a lightweight shop vac that I really like using on our main floor, I never realized how heavy and clumsy the Filter Queen canister is that I keep in the studio. Even the heavy metal wand gives me pause. For now, it eliminates taking a vac up and down stairs. Now that could be an accident waiting to happen.
Received a text from Megan this morning. She will be flying out this coming Saturday from college in Virginia for the Thanksgiving break here in Minnesota. Looking forward to seeing her as well as the whole family.
This month seems to be on the fast track. This entire year has been a whirlwind. It might be time to begin dragging my feet a bit, much like playing on the old merry-go-round from Renville County Rural District #34.
Night falls fast. The street lights pop on a little before seven.
Enjoy the new week and all it may hold. There is something to be said that there are no do-overs.