Today my laundry is going around and around down there in the garage. I’m giving myself permission to have the election news on while the machines do my work for me.
When I was a very small kid, we had a wringer and tub machine. I wasn’t allowed to touch it and was continuously warned about getting my hand caught in the wringer. I still remember the excitement of the day when the Bendix arrived with its round glass window on the front of the machine. It did all the work, and you could watch it to it. The truth was, Dolly and Kathy did the actual work while mother went to work at the office.
Today I sorted out piles of dark clothes and light clothes. I cursed the soap container that persisted in leaking all over everything. There were even moments where I felt happily domestic though not at all domesticated. I’ve never been that.
Trump is much like the dirty dark pile of clothing. I can’t see the dirt on the dark fabrics, but I know it’s there. Hillary Clinton is much like the lighter shirts and socks. The lighter pieces show the dirt clearly…especially George’s socks, but with a little work on my part, I can make it all vanish.