Saturday reflections

The porthole on a washer in our laundry room makes a fun frame.

That brand-new white comforter I was congratulating myself for buying just a few days ago? Well, it had an unfortunate encounter with a chocolate protein shake and I spent much of Wednesday schlepping up and down the five flights of stairs between my apartment and this washing machine, when I really should have been doing class prep.

Those stairs are not getting easier with age, arthritis, and injury, but one thing I have acquired is the ability to laugh things off and then just deal with them—that stupid accident would have had me pissed off at myself for days in my youth. (I was much less sanguine about having no internet all day Thursday and having to install the new modem and router that had been sitting in boxes on my living room carpet waiting for a convenient time. I hope my mother was covering her ears up in heaven because there were several hours of loud, nonstop cursing.)