Yesterday my washing machine conked out right in the middle of soaping up Spongebob Squarepants.
The poor baby has lost his spin.
Oh no! I said. Anything but the ... spin!
:(
I went into a state of panic. Tears flowed. The thought of being unable to wash ... unbearable.
My man calmly said, it won't matter if you don't do the laundry for a couple of days.
WHAT?!
Do you know what happens when you miss a day of washing????
They breed!
Those stinky clothes and towels multiply until there is a huge mountain of smelliness.
They breed so much that the laundry door bulges under the pressure.
Then I have to do ten loads to make up for it.
No!
I cannot miss a day of washing.
So I'm hand washing our clothes.
I like it. I can daydream to my heart's content.
Today the sun is shining, the wind is puffing,
and my clothesline is a row of drippiness.
I'm smiling.
4 comments:
Ah, the signs of spring, you lucky girl you. Sorry about the washer though. Boy those clothes really do pile up. Well-written post, you did. Always enjoy my time here.
Cheers to you and boogie boogie.
The blog author misses doing laundry like a smoker misses drawing on the old cancer stick !! Ask who the 'ringer' was !? :)
Hehe - great post :-D
I would panic too - even with my relatively small amounts of washing.
I remember my mum using Nana's old wringer machine. Hard work. I was scared that she would catch her hand in the wringer :-O
Who was the wringer? :-)
Jane, I too remember pulling the clothes out of the back side of the wringer on my mom's machine in the creepy damp basement, afraid I would catch MY hand. My mom did laundry for college boys in our town---in an old fashioned wringer washer---also ironed their shirts on a mangle iron, operated from a chair with a knee pedal. Even I learned to iron on the mangle at age 12. Can't imagine it now. Mostly because I rarely iron at all anymore.
Dear "blog author"---love that you turned laundry into poetry---
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