Stormy weather...

Light-tower, near Cobourg* W.H. Bartlett 1839

...literally and metaphorically.

"Character is formed in the stormy billows of the world." Goethe

*Gull Island is about 2.2km off shore midway between Cobourg & Port Hope.

Tuesday Rant... (not urgent nor important)

Pro eto. Ei i mne (About this. To her and to me),
Aleksandr Rodchenko 1923

I am annoyed (although sometimes guilty) of the constant sense of urgency infused in daily life.
I am equally perturbed by the confusion between what is urgent and what is important.

Why is it that we feel compelled to confess our own stupidity?

As I entered the house, I could smell something...

Strong yet familiar...

I cast my gaze around the room...

Then followed the thick fragrance to the basement...

And there I found it...

Like a laundry crime scene...

The extra-large econo-size container, void of it's contents...

Oozing into the crevices and divots of our very old, very porous concrete floor...

Concrete divots looking like alien tide pools...

Lesson learned...

When doing first load in brand spanking new washing machine, do not leave laundry liquids perched on top. That super-high rpm feature that sold you on the machine may cause liquids to migrate.

On the up-side, thanks to the laundry chute acting like a scent diffuser, our home smells like a 'fresh breeze'.