Sometimes I have so many writing ideas swirling around inside my head that everything becomes a meaningless jumbled mess. I can’t focus one idea and turn it into typed words so I find that I need to clear everything out. My mincemeat brain needs a break.
I started this morning with three goals I wanted to accomplish by days end:
- Get the dishwasher loaded and running
- Wash all of my bedding and throws
- Tackle some weeds with the wacker
I managed to get the dishwasher done quickly and this always brings relief. It’s not that I hate loading and unloading it, it’s the moving and attaching that bums me out because something inevitably falls off the top onto the floor as I’m pulling the beast into place. It’s a portable dishwasher-I’m happy to have it because I hate hand washing dishes. I can never manage to get the temperature just right so I end up scalding my hands and fiddling with the cold which wastes more time than I’d care to spare. Either way, what I’m saying is, the top of my dishwasher is always piled with crap but I did get it going and I didn’t forget to add the soap. Bonus.
I’m in a uniques situation, currently, which prevents me from using my washer and dryer so for the past two days I’ve inhabited the local laundromat. This is inconvenient but for now, I don’t mind. There’s a lot of hustle and bustle at this particular facility and I need to figure out the best time to do my wash-I chose a busy time these last two days but it didn’t seem to slow me up. I was trying to visually rearrange the set up of the washers and dryers to better accommodate the large amount of people as I tried to squeeze myself between the folding tables and row of double-decker dryers. Add the laundry carts to the mix and quite often you find yourself in a traffic jam. I watched one woman cram a washer full of too many blankets and then chuckled to myself minutes later when that washer sounded ready to explode from the furious churning it was forced to do. I try to find humor in the simple things.
Lastly, after leaving my Ryobi weed wacker battery charging throughout the night, I was pleased to discover that I hadn’t ruined the wacker by leaving it out in the deluge of precipitation we’ve received over the last couple of months. My mom told me I had probably ruined it but I responded that I figured, since it’s an outdoor tool, it should be built to remain outdoors-rain or shine. Maybe not quite Ark-onian levels of rain…but it started right up and I was able to tackle some weeds without being hit in the face more than three times with tiny pebbles. Today was a good day.
I’m not sure if I was able to clear my mind enough to start my new little piece of fiction, and maybe it’s a bit more jumbled in there than when I started my day, but I have clean dishes, clean bedding, and a clean walkway that I was able to hose off after tackling some weeds. So, even if I wasn’t able to clean up the spiderwebs in my brain, I was able to clean off the ones by my front door. Baby steps.