In past years on this date, I have written about my wonderful husband, as today is his birthday. However, the prompt today specifies an ode to an everyday item, and he is neither mundane, nor an object. Since I am currently living out of a suitcase, but also brought a bunch of laundry to my mother's like a broke college student trying to save a few quarters, I find myself acutely aware of the value of the humble hamper. TARDIS of the laundry room
with greater volume than one might presume Simple basket, squat and wide with room for all my clothes inside with slats for air to circulate allowing odors to dissipate My room would be a spectacle without thee, humble receptacle. You handle my hands with gentle care while carting contents from here to there. If at home you feel squandered, Know: absence makes the heart grow fonder.
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