A Sudsy Day
Laundry day on Stauffer Avenue. I came late to the show in regard to the Tide pods. I really like using them. When Dennis takes heavy rugs to the laundromat, the pods are easier than metering out liquid soap in a pint fruit jar.
Years ago, the 50s, Duz granular laundry soap had a free dish inside. If I remember correctly, it was a wheat design. Amazingly there was no breakage. What was added to Lena’s laundry was a bit of lye soap that Lena would grate into the wash water. Lena’s whites were whiter than white.
The last of our three loads is in the dryer.
The snow has been falling and the huge flakes are beautiful. The forecast isn’t for more than an inch or so.
Dennis took his six five gallon plastic pails up to the elevator for shell corn. Tomorrow they will be ready and filled. The gal at the elevator office is so strong, Dennis says it takes her no time and insists on doing it for him. Two pails at a time into the back of the little red pickup. Our backyard is totally imprinted with different sized hoof prints . . . small to large.
With laundry done, tomorrow may find a dust bunny or two. I have been staying in bed until eight on most days. I can look right out to the north and the birds have a hay day in the huge evergreen. There is just enough snow caught on the boughs . . . priceless.