trixel

Nurse Ratchet, prepare the patient for ECT!

I just went through a burst of cleaning: garbage and recycling out, boxes from computer FINALLY out, vacuumed, swept and washed floors. I picked up floor cleaner with ammonia in it by accident. I poured some in the mop bucket and breathed in and was rewarded with images of a) the catholic school I went to briefly in south england, b) bad '70s home perm jobs, and c) sanitoriums.

Now I've not been to a sanitorium (yet) in my life, but I imagined that ammonia (and probably lye) would sum up the place pretty well.

While I washed the floors, fanciful thoughts flew through my head. I abhor the Swiffer and it's part of the recent trend back to disposable stuff, but I imagined inventing washable swiffer-type socks to put unruly kids to work at home. My mom laughed when I told her. She was in convent school as a wee tot. Apparently on the days when the floors in the long halls of the convent needed polishing, the nuns would tie rags to the kids' feet and tell them to go crazy. Mom said they ran and slid up and down the corridors. She said it was great fun. I love that image.