The Beauty of Laundry In A World on Fire

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In thirty minutes I am headed to the funeral home to pay respects to a longtime family friend. At work we are still waiting for the big reveal — the plan of when and how co-workers will be brought back to work. I never left. I am wondering if my son is going to go to a peaceful protest and if it will stay peaceful. We should close on our house next week, but stuff is in underwriting and who knows when it will get out. My life is on hold as we wait for step one of a three step life transition to happen. We have been working towards this for six years. If I didn’t already feel stuck enough they gave me additional duties at work. Stuff I was qualified to do 25 years ago. That MBA doesn’t mean so much. Glad to be a team player!

At home you walk down a steep set of unfinished wood stairs into our basement. You turn left, down another step, turn left again, and walk straight until you get through the door to the other part of the basement. Once you get in there the washer and dryer will be on your right, along with a set of assorted cheap laundry baskets I got from the dollar store.

You can walk down there almost every day and find a pile of laundry to do. If by chance I got it all caught up there is always those hand washes to take care of. There is stuff that can be brought down and washed. Blankets, sheets, and towels tucked away somewhere. No matter…