04/11/2025
Apparently it was Melbourne Cup Day. That explains the Tuesday afternoon music coming across the landscape.
Meanwhile, while at the kitchen sink I pondered what is or isn't wrong with me. Why? Because today, after soaking them first to loosen the grime, I spent half an hour or so scrubbing my pegs clean.
Hahaha, I can hear some of you laughing and goodness knows what you are thinking. Yet, I came to the conclusion that the answer could include any or all of the following:
A. I prefer to use clean pegs on clean clothes and this has been bothering me for a while. Is that a**l or bordering on OCD?
Maybe I just prefer clean pegs and it is about time to keep the peg bucket in the laundry instead of using it as a doorstop where it and its contents can get dirty.
B. Boredom is setting in now I am no longer working?
No, I am way to easily distracted by flowers and butterflies to ever get bored. Also I love reading and writing. I don't even know what boredom is.
C. Having started fund-raising for the Red Cross Appeal when I was five years old and working for coins cleaning silver in my neighbourhood at six years of age, perhaps I am a workaholic. I have worked hard all my life.
Oh wow! There's a rainbow, a rose and dragonflies. Lets take a photo 📸
Maybe I enjoy looking after my belongings. Even the pegs I bought new over five years ago and that is okay 🧚♀️😆
D. Would other people buy new pegs rather than stand here and scrub ninety-one pegs and their bucket? Why is there only that many? Oh no, some of my pegs are missing. Are they in the garden?
I am not other people and why would I spoil Mother Earth unnecessarily by turning my perfectly good pegs into rubbish. Especially, when they work well and I can recycle them by cleaning them. Perhaps I take after Uncle Les, he was a recycler ♻️ and he got laughed at too. Yet, look where recycling is today...
As for the missing pegs? I have no answer for that!
Have you ever cleaned your pegs with hot water, dishwashing liquid, and a good scrubbing brush?
