Thursday, May 18, 2017

Tissue in the wash

Tissue in the wash
I checked every fucking pocket, I swear, every single one. But I must have missed one because I opened the lid and saw the results. There's the good result where a tissue stays in shape—I found one that went through the wash and dryer and separated into three intact dried sheets on three separate garments—and the bad one where it shreds and pulps through your clothes.

It was the bad one. I yelled as I shook the shards free, snowing the laundry with their crud. I have PTSD and dodgy hands so naturally my hands flew open more than once on a shake and I had to bend to get the clothes off the floor with my failing knees and hip screaming at me.  Then re-shake them because they'd been re-dusted with bits.

Then I used a tall-handled dustpan to sweep up the shards. I know it's a first world whine to moan about a tissue in the wash but, fuck me, that is a prime domestic fail annoyance. 

There's still little bits I cannot get, reminding me of my failure. 

BYB top gear
I went for a ride where I stayed in top gear in spite of hills and slopes. Didn't change down once in a 30 minute hurtle. I even did an overpass in third. 

Area man is enjoying the ride.

BYB scary moments
The BYB has industrial thick tyres—but already holed once from a thumbtack—and its frame is rugged and strong. So you can go off road. 

Off road and going down a slope, however, is terrifying. You cannot turn the wheel too sharply or you'll tip so if you're on a rugged slope so you're basically going in that direction until the slope gives out. So there you are, gripping on with grim hope, face rattling as you scream down a slope and just hoping said face doesn't get mashed to a pulp.

UPDATE: I was going up on one side wheel and more-than-likely headed into a lamppost when I gave up on keeping the turn and went thudding into the grass instead. It was a split second choice or smooshed me. Eep.  

Bird stare
I can see small birds in a bush outside my window. I get a "tee-hee!" reaction each time I see them. I'll be typing and at the top of my eye I'll register a leaf twitch look up and see either a titchy bird or the afterglow of its branch bounce. 

Area man is enjoying the nature.

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