Once the freshly washed laundry has been pulled from the washer and carried across the laundry room, it gets stuffed into a dryer. No big deal. Just now, though, as I loaded wet teal-blue sheets, underwear, dishtowels, socks, cloth table napkins and more, hand-over-fist, I gripped what felt like a scissors buried inside a twisted fitted sheet. On unwinding the laundered cloth, I realized the object was not a scissors but a magnifying glass that has just been washed, rinsed, spun, not in a delicate cycle, either.
I don’t want to intensify, exaggerate, make the incident seem larger than it was. But:
Johnny Nash
I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.
I think I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.
Look all around, there’s nothin’ but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothin’ but blue skies
I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
[Sun-Shiny day.By Johnny Nash and Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff, 1972]
Clearly.
Once when driving onto the highway in Israel a beloved dog came into view. A dog that loved Livy passionately from the tips of his paws to the tip of his floppy ears. He had chased us from the Kibbutz to keep Livy in sight. Understand it was a rental car and it was the rainy season and said dog (Bumber) was more mud-dog then golden retriever. Two year old Livy yelled “Stop” I sighed as we slowed the car and exclaimed at the mess he would make when we took him in the car. Livy turned to me, little sage, and said “Mama the car can be cleaned but we can not put Bumber in a washing machine and bring him back to life if he dies”