Folding laundry with Gordon McRae

There's a thick linty fuzz on the condo.
There's a thick linty fuzz on the condo.

Went looking for clean, matching socks in the basket. The pile of unfolded clothes was getting as high as an elephant's eye. Time to bite the bullet and fold the laundry.

It slowly dawns on me that everything in my tiny laundry room is coated with gray dryer lint. It looks like we had a little eruption and ashfall from Vesuvius. My woolly mammoth son visited Pompeii and Herculaneum last week. What would happen if my whole condo filled with dryer lint. Would archaeologists and tourists come to see the devastation?

Nothing like a workout shoving, pulling, and climbing over major appliances to reconnect the dryer flex hose and clamps to start your morning.


(Apologies to RODGERS & HAMMERSTEIN II)

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky.

© 2007 Nancy L. Ruder