Shadorma 208
a pale froth
slicks the basement floor
the drain hose
spurts soapsuds
the overfilled washer balks
the clothes go unwashed
5/21/19
Shadorma 209
yes again
like milk gone reek sour
that vile mess
her brainstorm
She sure pulled that smelly plan
from the garbage can
5/21/19
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
This pair of poems serves as a pretty accurate metaphor for the state of my life and the state of my brain right now: chaos and sludge. Ha ha!
You need the cleansing power of a detergent meant for tough jobs, to stick with the laundry motif. And a good hose to wash it all away. If only there was a mental method to do just this!
I felt that way trying to figure out my new laundry room system. What ever happened to quarters? (K)
You know I was just thinking about this the other day, I was thinking about the laundry room in one building I lived in before I was married and thinking collecting quarters, now I would have to go to the bank and get change as I never use currency.
I know, it’s strange to actually use money for a transaction now.
I have 20 dollar bills in my wallet very angry that they are stuck there, I think, since I never think to call on them to pay for anything these days.
I buy fruit and vegetables at the farmer’s market and street stands a lot of the time, and they mostly want cash. But that’s about it. Oh and tipping people, which you can’t escape in NY.