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gabriel
Love and ferrets and pretending to be a writer.

2003-12-31 12:49 PM
NT laundry day

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When I have NT in the title of an entry, that is going to mean that it is Not True. I like making stuff up, and why not make it up on here? It is my journal, and I'll do whatever I darned well please with it. Also, typoes will be included from now on, free of charge. I have said that before, but then I go back and clean stuff up anyway. I am such a proud creature.

This thing here is true: I have a new link up to a game my son, Jed, introduced me to. The link is to the nation I created today. It's a ncie nation, and I have a nice flag with a stolen pic.

Sunday the rain was cold. There is usually rain in this part of the world, but sometimes it's less cold than at other times. Sunday's rain was cold. I noticed that since I was out in it several times, for varying lengths of time. I live in an apartment complex and there is a 2-washer laundry woom in my building and I had six loads to wash and I dind't want to take all day about it, so I used two different laundry rooms. The one not in my building has 4 washers -- a superior situation indeed. (Our new house will have only one washer, but it will be in my very own house on the same floor with me and I will not have to go out in seven kinds of wet to wash clothes).

Okay. Two plus four is six, and lo, I had six loads to do. I started two loads in the closest laundry room, then went back upstairs and got another two loads, as much as I can carry at one time. When I got to the bottom of the stairs there the maintenance guy was, and he hailed me, and we talked. I was wearing a sweatshirt with a hood and it is not a waterproof sweatshirt. I was standing in the rain getting wetter and he was in his little golf cart that has a cover on it. The conversation was interesting, though I cannot recall with any accuracy what the hell it was we talked about in the rain. The cold rain.

The laundry got wet, but it is in the nature of laundry to get wet, and it was not meant to be dry as it was dirty so what the hey. I was wet. I was cold.

When it was time to switch all six loads from the washers to the dryers I put my sodden sweatshirt back on and trudge out once more. It was dark by then, and raining hard, dripping pretty good. On the way to the bigger laundry room I noticed a car in the parking lot was running. I didn't recognize the car, and there was no one in it. Some one of my neighbors must have had a visitor who wanted their car warm for the trip home, or maybe they were just stopping by for a moment and left it running. I don't know what their reason was, but it was a hundred yards to the laundry room and I was wet and cold and that car sure looked warm.

I scanned the horizon for walking or hunched-up trotting persons, and saw none. I grasped the car door's handle, and the car was not locked. I figured it was a way to take a shortcut, and got into the car, the nice warm, dry car, and drove to the laundry room. I did my washer to dryer switch, then went back out to the car, which I had thoughtfully left running, and got back in it. I thought it would be nice if the owner of the car didnt' have to back out of a parking space since they were so kind as to "let" me use their car, so I backed into the parking spot where I'd found the car.

Probably that gave away my borrowing. Or maybe it was the puddle I left on the seat.

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