Paying attention

My dryer is squeaking out a very brisk, “Where the wind blows! Where the wind blows!”

Behind the squeakiness is the sound of its drum rolling, a cozy sound counterbalancing the frenzied, “Where the wind blows! Where the wind blows!”

The thrumming of the drum makes it possible for me to not mind the squeak so much, though part of me feels like I should stand, ramrod straight, with baton in hand, and conduct this weird orchestra. mohammad-metri-421904-unsplashBut no, I need more than a drum and a squeak. Perhaps my dishwasher would like to join in? I noticed it making some strange sounds earlier. But that’s for another day.

I just want to make note of the fact that I’m keeping record. There’s some kind of message being sent my way, and I’ll decode it because I’m paying attention.

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

clothesline-1478439_1920I like the simplicity of this photo. If I lived in the country I bet I’d hang my laundry out on a clothesline to dry, instead of being plagued with a talking dryer.

I’m mad at my dryer because it snags my clothes. Also, it squeaks. Today it squeaks, “Elementary! Elementary!”

I don’t know what that means.