A discovery

In the days previous to this I had mistakenly believed myself to be a wife and mother.  Now, with a potentially broken washing machine and a repairman who has yet to return a phone call, I have discovered that I am, in fact, a laundress.

I have become like a mariner without the stars, an adventurer without a compass, a modern without a GPS.  I wander from room to room trying to order my day without the buzz of the washer or dryer only to discover that those buzzers had become like the bells of the monastery calling me to my next task.

Now, I sit unguided at the kitchen table unable to decide between dishes, supper and the crying baby.  Such decisions used to be simple ordered by the whites, the colours and the darks.

Onward and upward.  I will sort again.  And perhaps I have been reading too much David Warren.