Not at all Interesting

Since early June, I’ve regressed to my 19-year-old self every couple of weeks by either hanging out at the laundromat for a few hours, or timing visits to friends’ houses to coincide with a dwindling drawer of clean drawers.

After three-and-a-half months, I’ve put the need for a washer and dryer above my need to save for new windows. Because laundromats suck. And I want my friends to keep taking my calls.

This Friday or Saturday, I’ll have laundry machines at home…and unlike other things that I’ll cheerfully let sit for weeks until I get around to them (see the still-boxed kitchen faucet I bought in July), I suspect I’ll get those hooked up immediately.

 But there was no escaping one last laundry stop; as of this morning, my drawers drawer was empty.


About fitz

Woodworker, writer, editor, teacher, ailurophile, Shakespearean. Will write for air-dried walnut.
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12 Responses to Not at all Interesting

  1. And so this is the real reason you are coming over on Saturday?

  2. BLZeebub says:

    Ahh, life and its necessities. Reminds me of a few rude jokes that I will not be sharing just now. Tilt one for me when you see the Schwarz…

  3. mysticcarver says:

    Ahhh I remember the days when I would buy something at the store and ask if I could have a couple dollars more in quarters! And I would have a quarters stack at the house for laundry day!!

    Don’t want to go all hand tool and get the washboard for the riverbank? Just kidding! Concrats on the new machines!

  4. SSteve says:

    When I first moved out of my parents’ house I lasted about two months before going to the used appliance store and getting a washer and dryer. As God is my witness, I’ll never be in a laundromat again.

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