Launder

Believe it or not I wash my own clothes, sometimes washing sheets, bed spreads and even the occasional curtain as well. So a couple of days ago I noticed the colors drawer was running a bit low. Went to the hamper and began separating colors from whites…why does that process sound bigoted? Anyway, after separation, I looked around for other colors to make a full load. Finding a recently worn pair of jeans, I emptied the pockets and put them with the rest of the load.

Now when I say “emptied the pockets” I mean the front pockets because I rarely carry my wallet in a back pocket. There’s your first clue as to what transpired later.

Satisfied with the empty pockets and load size I put the clothes into the washer, poured soap, twisted the dial and walked away.

Later the washer beeped signifying a finished cycle. So, into the utility room I went, opened up the washer and drier for clothes transfer and peering into the washer I saw my drivers license.

I thought “how could this be, my wallet is on the table, I pointed”. But the table was minus a wallet…any wallet!

For the next several minutes I was busy separating clothes from wallet items.

Yes…pictures, credit cards, business cards, receipts and even cash. Very little cash but a bill or two nontheless. After getting the clothes into the drier, I began the process of laying out wallet contents to dry.

By the early evening all was dry and in good shape with a fresh spring smell to boot. Except for the wallet itself…

Fast forward to today…the heavy leather wallet is finally dry and cleanly housing it’s contents. The world is once again a better place to live and my credit cards never looked so clean or smelled so fresh.

As always…I must be off.

Results

Thanks for all the comments on the new look. The results so far are in favor. Funny how a small change can solicit so much input.

Last night Becky and I attended a Christmas party put on by Ashtyn’s aunt and uncle. We had a great time playing games and exchanging gifts. I had a bit too much wine but apparently didn’t offend anyone too bad because there are no bruises.

’tis the season for frivolity and happiness…had a good portion of mine last night. Funny how age keeps one sober by default. The recovery takes much longer than it used to.

Over the next couple of weeks there will be more get togethers and gift swapping. I’ll be keen to keep things a bit less dramatic.

As always…I must be off.

New

After two years the time seemed right for a face lift. Here on the blog…

New look same lame content…let me know what you think. The new look is a bit more dramatic so I need feedback if it’s too hard on the eyes or if the words seem to run together.

If it’s not to your liking we’ll look around for something different.

As always…I must be off.

Hoodwink

First, let me apologize for my absence over the last month. No, it’s not been busy and there are no reasons either. Anything said to justify the lack of posting would simply be a lame excuse. So I won’t bore you with that…I’ll just bore you with something else.

After catching up on the last couple of posts I noticed a bit of a political theme there. Especially the last one…for that I apologize as well. There are already a plethora of pundits on the Internet we don’t need another one.

So…hoodwink…today’s topic. The word itself is one of those that can conjure up many ideas and notions. Not the least of which relating to our current socioeconomic situation. But I digress…

The intention of this post is to just shine the light on the word hoodwink and it’s meaning. According to Merriam-Webster online it means the following.
Blindfold
Hide
To deceive by false appearance : Dupe

Kind of like how I feel on a daily basis.

The same could be said for what is billed as facts these days. Just pick a topic it doesn’t matter which.

So before I turn this into another soapbox. I’ll turn this word over to you and let you run with it.

As always…I must be off.