Coming Unraveled

I remember white cotton twine, it came perfectly wound up into a ball.  I used it for everything from hanging pictures, wrapping packages, playing with the cat, tying up a roast, to tying up homemade soaps, rugs, upholstery, and whatnot.  We used to call it string.  Once you got a knot in your string it was really, really difficult to untangle it.

 

Under the burden of my late father’s loss of leg due to nursing home neglect lawsuit, I feel like a ball of string coming unraveled.  No knots yet.

Caption:  Coming Unraveled

by Annmarie Throckmorton 2018

 

 

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