9 June 2007

Ruminations upon housework

Whilst doing the washing today, the idea struck me: were the ancient Greeks around writing their myths today, Sisyphus would be doing laundry.

Later, whilst checking the weather for laundry purposes, I saw that it was a clear blue sky, lots of sunshine, with a light breeze (A lovely day, really) and in my head I heard lieutenant Worf's voice say: "It is a good day to dry."

I took younger out. She rode her tricycle and I walked alongside. We stopped to smell the flowers. "MMM, Daddy!" she squealed. "These smell just like pink roses!" Which was a good thing, because the flowers were indeed pink roses.

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