Laundry Art

When I lived with my parents, there was no clear system for rotating who would take the garbage out. My parents believed that when the trash needed taking out, "someone" would take it out. Well, inevitably, no one would take the trash out and it would pile up in strange and twisted ways. It was kind of like that Shel Silverstein poem an older jewish woman used to come read to us in elementary school, "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out!" Before the tower toppled, my father would begin yelling, "Who made the garbage art!?"

In my house, we don't have garbage art, but we do have laundry art. I do laundry, I feel like I am constantly doing laundry. What I don't do is fold laundry with any speed. The pile I am looking at now has not been there long, but if I don't stop piling it on and start putting it away, it could be there all week.

I know none of you create laundry or garbage art for that matter, but now that I've framed it this way, I am almost inclined to let it stay. I may even walk around the house yelling, "Who made the laundry art!?" in the hope that someone else will eventually fold it.



~S