Laundry Elves

LBJ Birthplace Park

Yesterday, I was fretting about squirrels and peaches. Today, it’s elves. I did laundry yesterday and I have no idea where all those clothes came from. Since there are no longer any cobblers for elves to pester, I can only assume they are enjoying themselves by randomly pulling clothes out of my drawers and closets and stuffing them into my laundry hamper. If only I could stay up all night, I might be able to catch them. Maybe if I bought shoemaking equipment, they could make some shoes for me.

There is an outside chance, however, that since my wife mostly did the laundry this is another area where I severely underestimated the amount of time and effort that went into washing, drying, folding, and putting up clothes. Although, I should have known. My mother employed me as a laundry assistant and that was in the days when we hung them on the line to dry. I actually liked loads of diapers, they were bigger, but tiny underpants were the worst, and I was the oldest and I had three brothers. There were just a lot more pieces by volume.

Oh, well. I think one of the helpful hacks I read said I should wash more frequently and not wait until the drawers were empty. That’s probably good advice. But my brain is chock full of good advice and I have no idea how I’m supposed to follow all of it. I doubt I’d even recognize me as a person if I did. But maybe that’s the point. I need to be a different person, a better person. But who am I kidding? I think that shipped sailed long ago. Mostly what I’m doing now is stumbling along, spending my time trying to remember how to get back up after a fall.