I intend to dance in the street when I’m old…er.
I’ve got a new poem up at Catholic Lane. This one is about the laundry. I whine so much about it that I vented about the procedure, especially a little honesty about having to reset the dryer because I forget the clothes. Do you ever do that? I admit I suffer moments of homemaker angst when I acknowledge I’m not Suzy Homemaker. And then I get over it, believe me.
Anyway, there’s ultimately a little joy in the task, even if it does come at the end when I roll around in the freshly laundered towels.
You can read it here.
