Washing Machine Blues...

I know I have a problem.

I love doing laundry.

There I said it.

I love the way it feels when it comes out of the dryer.

Warm, fluffy, fresh, smelling like Downy ...awww. There's nothing like it.

It all started when my son, bless his little 6ft. 3 inch heart, ... as I was saying... It all started when my son walked through the kitchen with his muddy shoes on. He paused at the sink. Possibly to quench his thirst. When he left the sink, he also left his size 12 shoe prints on my new rug, that adorned the floor in front of the sink.

Vacuumed. Nothing. Vacuumed again. Nothing...again. The lovely red mud color still lays on the rug like a tired ol' cat.

So, I do the logical thing. I throw the rug in the washer. Use a little Oxyclean and wash!

Apparently, this was not a "washable" rug. How do I know? you ask?

Let me back up a bit. I have a "front end loading washing machine". This was purchased because of the amount of water it would save. Energy efficient.

Can I just tell you... water is water.

My washing machine, light lit up that said, " Load Complete". The logical thing now to do, would be to open the washing machine and throw the rug in the dryer.

Right?

I opened the washer, only to have five or more gallons of water rush out of the machine like an ocean wave days before the hurricane hit !

I yelled. I might have even said a "word".

When the wave finally settled on my laundry room floor,and the particles of rug lined the machine.... I gasped at the mess that now laid before me. The rug, was no more.

I tried to find something positive in this incident. I thought. And thought some more.

Then it came to me.

We are kind of like the rug. We are really not made for this world. We live in this world, and we sometimes get walked on, and carry scars of this world. When we try to clean things up ourselves, we fall apart. We sometimes even get carried away by a big wave. Which in the end, is another big mess. Some messes effect others. Only the one true God can clean up our mess. He can make the rug new again. Now, it might carry the stains of our past messes. But, it's invisible to God. We are new again.

And the good part. God will clean up the mess NOW. I have to wait till Wednesday for a repairman. Sigh.

Just a Thought.

Cousins... Aunts.... Uncles.... Siblings... Nephews... Nieces.... Family..

It's a mystery.... You know the joke of you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your family. It's so true. But, another mystery is the connection family members have. We had a "Cousins Reunion", Aug. 2009. Some of my cousins, I hadn't seen in ten-twenty years. As crazy as it seems, we picked up where we left off. Greetings, hugs, stories, laughter, more stories, joking, harassing, remember whens', and then hugs again, and then on our way to our separate lives. Forever connected as family & enough love to keep time still until the next time we meet.