Well Dear Reader (is someone other than Mom here?!), I absentmindedly scrolled back to my first post and noticed that TODAY, in fact, is my one-year blogiversary...
It's also my five-week laundriversary...... Blaiser opines that everyone in the Free, Newly-Insured World ought to do laundry every five weeks, whether they need it or not. And for heaven's sake, be Liberal. At this typing, I have no fewer than 7 dryers spinning 3 washer loads'-worth of some 50 pounds of things-that-touched-my-body. Let me tell you, despite all that calculus, it's a powerful feeling.
It's hell on the writing, though. At 8 minutes a quarter, and staggered starts, checking and re-ponying quarters has emerged as this week's chief aerobic exercise.
At the laundromat, we have each other's backs. I help another 30's-40's guy by holding the in-swinging door, when his arms are full; the wise old laundry ladies patiently remind me to check my washers for last-minute socks plastered against the drum.
Two-and-a-half hours later, I'm down to three holdout towels in one dryer, the last resistance to my war against dampness. I've enjoyed my morning here. As laundromats go, it't really not a bad place to celebrate one's blogiversary. Spring's here. The clothes are clean. All.of.them. Thy father's station wagon is thy trusty transport.
And.... the last quarter has run out. Thus, I embark on The Next Year of trying to work out Zany Optimism CTM. Harsh remarks, constructive criticism and bubbly encouragement gratefully accepted below.
Thanks for reading. And for the love of Mike, please don't forget that no matter how long it is until Baseball's Opening Day, Senator Lowell will always reach across the aisle of the Nation.
Cool laundromat photo courtesy of Shaun Roberts...