A little place where I record all the fun and odd and mundane goings-on of this wonderful life I share with my big family... and then I take a nap.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Me, the Washing Machine
I have some clothes that were not getting clean, so I decided to hand-wash them. I've been bad-mouthing my mother's washing machine and giving it bad looks. Maybe good, old-fashioned elbow grease could do the trick where modern water-saving appliances were failing. In lieu of a washboard, I just swished the clothes, and rubbed the stubborn spots between my knuckles. I was right. I was able to scrub them clean.
I also scrubbed all the skin off my knuckles. My fingers have been hurting like I had bad burns on them for about a week.
Today, I'm grateful for the washing machine. And maybe I ought to see about finding a washboard or a river.