I LOVE CLOTHES! I don't just wear them, I have fun with
them! Any article of clothing that I cherish,
I hand wash. And my white blazer makes me look as if I just stepped off a
yacht. However chilly days here in Florida are brief and becoming rarer than
ever. The calendar says autumn, but here it's still summer.
When I pulled my white blazer from the closet, it looked
dingy, but nothing a little bleach couldn't fix. And I had a fresh bottle along
with a new pair of rubber gloves.
Problem was, the bottle had one of those damn child-proof
tops! I hate these things! People argue that they are necessary to cut down on
injury and death to children. I say there are too many children in the world and
we can stand to lose a few! -- Hey, the little snot pickers are dirty and they
make too much noise!
Opening anything is a struggle and a project for me! I have
small hands and very pretty ones I might add! My mother was 2 inches shorter,
but her hands dwarfed mine. I've always said that if God intended me to do
manual labor, he would have given me bigger hands. I like to think of myself as
impoverished nobility because I've certainly met a lot of white trash with cash
during my life and times.
Anyway, the bottle
top was frustrating. Push down and pull, it read, still the cap refused to
budge!
I thought of seeking out a neighbor to help, but most are no
longer speaking to me. Vero Beach is Republican for life territory and people
here believe Donald Trump is God. I'm considered an anarchist because I want
him impeached yesterday.
I just live in this neighborhood. I am not part of it. My
neighbors have never forgotten or forgiven me for those two Obama signs in my
yard. I started with one and someone kicked it down, so I added
another just for spite.
The only neighbors who will have anything to do with me are a
snowbird couple. And that's now on shaky ground because they are Trumpers, too.
But never mind, I was bound and determined to open that bottle, myself!
As I struggled mightily, precious minutes of my life were
slipping away. Finally, I took the bottle out to the garage and searched among
the tools there. All the pliers were not wide enough to fit around the top. So
I grabbed a hammer and started whacking the cap, nothing!
Then I spotted the clippers with the long handles that I use
to cut stray branches. That did the job! It squeezed the cap right off. However
the cap didn't fit the bottle afterward. So I fashioned one from tin foil. -- Bug
off E.T.! No space aliens can touch my
bleach now!
I'm proud to say my blazer is now spiffy clean. It looks fabulous
with the colorful scarf & white broad-brimmed hat a friend gave me for my
birthday. Now all I need is a cold spell and a yacht!
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