I have finished all of the laundry from the Thanksgiving holiday.
Eight thousand or so dishtowels have been folded and put back where they belong; freshly-made beds are awaiting the next trip home by Offspring the First and Offspring the Second; and Cherished Friend's bedding is clean and carefully stored away until next time on the shelf marked "FUR-FREE LINENS". The Thanksgiving tablecloth is tucked in the sideboard until next year. The fall-themed hand towels are back in the linen closet, and the winter-themed ones are now making their appearance.
I feel as though the laundry is Anticipating. It waits, as we all do, for the Next Time.
Remain patient, Laundry. You will have your turn again.
Poetry Thursday, Remembering Ben
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