Laundry.
It is process, one I almost practice weekly, and even sometimes, several times a week. The Process always starts out the same. Over a span of a week, all my dirty clothes collects in the very middle of the floor. By Saturday or Sunday night I collect them. I then search my closet for clothes that I wish to wear soon in order to be washed. There is a reason for washing clean clothes again. I will explain later on.
These clothes collected in to one group make a trip to the washer hiding in our utility room near the garage. Turning the knob and pushing in, the water starts pouring in. Each article then finds its way in. One by one, till they are together again. After taking the washing powder that I have begun to buy for it's delightful smell in reducing the clothes ability to absorb the nicotine air. After half an hour or less, I remove them and place them in the dryer. This is my favorite part. Once They exit I take them to my room and begin to hang and fold them. Everytime I wash clothes I put in one extra set, so that I may take a shower, clean up and put them on so that they are still soft and warm and do not smell like the nicotine that haunts this house. I abhor that smell that clings, after any sort of time although the clothes are clean, gather in the cigarette smoke.
I remember about seven years ago, we hung our clothes on the line outside in the spring to early autumn months. Quite wonderous. They in that manner of drying, had there own feel, especially on those windy days. It was as if little bits of wind had been caught in them. I would like to be a sheet for a small period of time, blowing in the wind. Taking in all of the air, flowing with it.
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Very Near There. This Calm Resonating Feeling.
~:weil ich dich lieb hab:~
These clothes collected in to one group make a trip to the washer hiding in our utility room near the garage. Turning the knob and pushing in, the water starts pouring in. Each article then finds its way in. One by one, till they are together again. After taking the washing powder that I have begun to buy for it's delightful smell in reducing the clothes ability to absorb the nicotine air. After half an hour or less, I remove them and place them in the dryer. This is my favorite part. Once They exit I take them to my room and begin to hang and fold them. Everytime I wash clothes I put in one extra set, so that I may take a shower, clean up and put them on so that they are still soft and warm and do not smell like the nicotine that haunts this house. I abhor that smell that clings, after any sort of time although the clothes are clean, gather in the cigarette smoke.
I remember about seven years ago, we hung our clothes on the line outside in the spring to early autumn months. Quite wonderous. They in that manner of drying, had there own feel, especially on those windy days. It was as if little bits of wind had been caught in them. I would like to be a sheet for a small period of time, blowing in the wind. Taking in all of the air, flowing with it.
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Very Near There. This Calm Resonating Feeling.
~:weil ich dich lieb hab:~