inklingfair Three articles overdue, two interviews, and a wretched book report. No sleep, crackers for breakfast (all I have time to eat), strained eyes, and a bum back.
And I’m washing my dirty socks.
Water trickles into my little Yellow Submarine tub, rippling round the bottom. The scent of soap rises into the air like a prayer. I scrub and pummel and sing a few nonsense ditties – “lala…splash…la…twist scratch…lalala…rub…So long, and thanks for all the fish…” – and wring and arrange the socks carefully in another basin, two by two. Like the creatures in Noah’s ark.
When the last pair is done, I dump the grey soapy water into the sink, watching the suds get sucked down the drain looking like the foam on a coke float.
Rinse. Squeeze. Flick. The socks bob from blue plastic clothespins to the #3 breeze of a ProMac desk fan. Damp, fragrant, and absolved from all unrighteousness.
I sigh, undo my ponytail, pat my feet dry, and crawl into bed.
O, bliss! I mumble into my pillow.
Photo by Caspar Camille Rubin on Unsplash
; ) What was that song you were singing?
That must be frustrating, lots of things to do.. and then washing dirty socks. ; )
It’s “So Long And Thanks For All The Fish”, from the ill-fated “Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy” film based on the Douglas Adams book. It lasted an average of five days during its run in Philippine theaters, *sigh*…