I'm looking at a return to my Laundromat Days. You know, the good old kind when you take a cheap apartment with no laundry facilities? I used to lug a duffel bag and a backpack full of my entire closet plus a good book down 6 blocks to a warm little place on a side street across from the Snake Pit restaurant (as I was wont to call the Fire Pit back then.) I believe the laundromat is still there, though the Snake Pit is now a Starbucks. Another kind of Snake Pit.
I enjoyed those evenings, even though I was never approached by cute guys offering me gum. But I didn't enjoy them enough to look at favour with resuming them now that my washer has seized up for the third time in a year. Admittedly, the second time it was probably because I was washing a towel I had used to wipe the porch dry after powerwashing it to remove loose paint, and which I had forgotten to shake out first. But still. I need a new washer.
And it takes 3-4 days to deliver, and today is a holiday so I can't even order one till tomorrow. So it's either laundromat parties, or no laundry at all! Mmmm, holiday from laundry....
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You'll be amazed at how clean that dirty laundry looks when the alternative is schlepping it a few miles to be washed.
I hope the new washer comes speedily.
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