So the stream in the basement this morning is a little longer, a little deeper.
I used too much bleach, and now the house smells like a swimming pool. Reminds me of staying at the YMCA in Grand Forks, ND. My grandfather was the maintenance man, and my grandparents lived in an apartment in the basement. I loved having the run of the place before it was open. There was a big swimming pool; my Grandpa took care of everything. Grandma grew hollyhocks out the back door.
I thought of them as I mopped up the bleachy grey water. I turned on a fan and a dehumidifier and lit the spicy candles. Looks like I'm going to spend the day mopping up my spring stream.
I used too much bleach, and now the house smells like a swimming pool. Reminds me of staying at the YMCA in Grand Forks, ND. My grandfather was the maintenance man, and my grandparents lived in an apartment in the basement. I loved having the run of the place before it was open. There was a big swimming pool; my Grandpa took care of everything. Grandma grew hollyhocks out the back door.
I thought of them as I mopped up the bleachy grey water. I turned on a fan and a dehumidifier and lit the spicy candles. Looks like I'm going to spend the day mopping up my spring stream.
