working at the speed of my daughter
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Kokubunji, 2023.10.21
I discovered a one-liter thing of milk sitting on the counter. I asked my daughter if it was there because it was bad. Yes. So I took it from its perch next to the sink and poured it. Then I rinsed and cut up the cartons and did the dishes while she hung some small items on a laundry rack. It took nearly twenty minutes to wrap up the dishes at which time I found she'd hung all of eleven socks and other items. So, nearly two minutes per item.
Ah, to be a child.