Out, damn’d spot

Lady Macbeth:
Out, damn’d spot! out, I say!—One; two: why, then
’tis time to do’t.—Hell is murky.—Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and
afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
pow’r to accompt?—Yet who would have thought the old man to
have had so much blood in him?
Macbeth Act 5, scene 1, 26–40

So I used to wash my delicates by hand. What do you think this is about? That I killed a man?

Anyway I would clean my delicates with Woolite after a soak in lukewarm water. Sometimes it would clean the items to new status. Mostly it was a hit or miss process. My mother would rub laundry soap on stains and once again it was hit or miss.

Then I was introduced to those late night products that make your clothes so clean they shine. I can’t help but think that Lady Macbeth could have used it to get the spots off her hands. I tried a few different styles until I found that if I used a hydrogen peroxide powder, it would do better than anything on the market.

Now if you know anything about cleaning husband’s T-shirts and briefs, you know that after a few washings in normal laundry soap, they start to get gray. Now I soak them in the powder and they come out white as can be. I have been able to make his T-shirts and briefs last longer than they would normally last.

Okay – here’s the hook. Since I am buying less undies, I have more money to buy new products for my writing. I decided this year that I would be as professional as I can be, barring illness and cabin fever, and I would produce my own paperbacks and covers for my books.

At this point I haven’t saved any more or made more money than before. I have noticed that my royalties have steadily risen although it is not enough to pay the bills. Thankfully the hubby, who uses those newly whitened briefs, has the main job in providing the money to pay for the bills.

It also helps that I am a menopausal woman, who is past the need for new styles and clothes that would make her irresistible to the outside world.

I do remember days just recently in fact when I was riled up between writing and drug interactions. My skin had become spotted with red skin, warts, and age spots. I was sick enough that I thought I would vomit on my pillow.

“Out, damn’d spot.”

Geez I never want to say that again.