RDP Sunday: Glean

Twirce a year in March and end of August it is gleaning time in our area. Just throw it all on the street in a pile and the gleaning men will collect it. This is the metal collection. The day before is the collection for anything else that is not metal, meaning throw it all out and you have two days for it to disappear. I have already begun my next metal collection in the cellar.

RDP Sunday: Glean

RDP Sunday: Gumption

Today I needed gumption but no problem. I do my washing in the evening as the electricity costs are half and you can save a lot of money. My machine is in the cellar in my laundry room. I switch it on at 9.00 pm and it runs usually for 1-2 hours. It is not problem as I can hang the wash quickly in the apartment and leave it through the night to dry. The next morning it is dry. That is the back history of my evening life. However, yesterday when I went to the cellar to get the washing there was a puddle on the floor in front of the machine. This is not a good omen. The machine is almost 10 years old, and I have never had trouble with it, but there is always a first time for everything. I had visions of organising the repair man, but tomorrow is a religious holiday, so nobody would bother for a day.

Today is Sunday and I decided to persevere and as an exception run my wash this afternoon which was programmed for the evening. If I have a problem than rather discover the problem during the day and not at night. First of all I opened the filter (at the bottom in the middle) to see if there was a blockage. Mr. Swiss came with me as I am accident prone when bending to solve a problem. He had to get a tool to turn the filter and I had a bowl reader to catch the water from the machine. I did find a strange object in the filter, but otherwise no blockage. I started the machine. The programme is the long programme of 1 hour 20 minutes. I set my timer and entered the laundry room wondering what I would find when the machine was at the last rotations.

Everything was perfect, a dry floor and no water. Due to my methodic thinking process I am now relieved. One thing I could not use was the organisation of a repair or new machine. I so like a quiet smooth life.

RDP Sunday: Gumption

RDP Sunday: Jocularity

I cannot see the funny side when it rains all day
Where is the Spring weather, you cannot make the hay
Perhaps nature is playing a joke to see how we react
This is not amusing, a serious fact
Outside there is a guy building an ark
He is gathering animals, this isn’t a lark
My bones are rusting, they creak and scrape
I think I will join the ark, I just want to escape

RDP Sunday: Jocularity