Rest On My Laurels

Into the washing machine the comforter went, the manufacturer’s

instruction of hand-washing is seen as a guideline, or the raving’s

of a madman, take your pick - at first the machine could not move

the heavy blanket, I nearly removed the heavy thing, switched the

 

Machine to “drain” - and the comforter moved behind the glass so

back to the washing cycle and there it goes, I just hope the dainty

little washing machine will forgive me for loading it heavily - it was

a crisis, washing by hand is not on while my right hand specialises

 

In experiencing electrical shocks, and I’m sure the manufacturer of

the machine knew he should set the limits for washing too high as

people are wont to openly flaunt these instructions, so now my day

is made, one terrible obstacle of washing comforter out of the way

 

Trying to overcome my aversion to cleaning my cupboard I quickly

try to cash in on the victory by telling myself now is the time to dive

into that dungeon space and dig out everything - but the little alien

living in my head immediately counters - and where would you go

 

With the things you dug out - a headache beginning in response is

a clear indication that one victory is enough for today, no trying to

push my luck - and the spinning cycle announces the experiment

is a success, I shall rest on my laurels for the rest of the day