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Autumn foliage in my back yard (photo taken yesterday)
There seems to be a faint light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. After several months of incredible bad luck, extreme stress, eternal worry, and non-stop work, things are looking up. At least a little (remember: I'm a devout pessimist).
I'm slowly squeaking out of my deep depression. I've accomplished a lot of work, finished many projects. My mom seems to be doing better after a harrowing series of serious illnesses. I recently reconciled with an old friend who hadn't spoken to me in a year (I couldn't possibly imagine anyone not wanting to speak to me for a year. It was definitely their loss.....).
My life is still hell, of course - - - but presently I'm only teetering on the outskirts of Hell, not completely engulfed in the very midst of Dante's Inferno.
Does any of this make sense? I didn't think so. Oh, by the way, it's Friday the 13th. Something bad is bound to happen.
The weather is as gorgeous as it gets in West TX: blue skies, golden sunshine, mild temperatures. In the 70's during the day, the 40's at night. The foliage is yellow and glorious.
.........but I keep asking myself "Where the hell are the geese?". Thousands of Canadian geese faithfully make their annual pilgrimage to this Cowtown around the beginning of November and stay for the winter. So far, this year, they haven't shown up. Did they make a detour? Did they get lost on the Amelia Earhart Aviation Express? Heck if I know.....
So what about my washing machine that blew up last week?
I got so sick of the dirty laundry piling up that one warm day I went out in the back yard and washed some things out by hand in a large tub. Death by crucifixion would be easier. It was a near impossibility, and trying to wring them out nearly killed me. I'm definitely not pioneer material..
I dried myself off, uncramped my gnarled, prunish, arthritic hands, crawled inside, got online, and ordered a new washer & dryer from Sears. They will be delivered by wagon train next Wednesday, the 18th. I wait with eager anticipation.......
In the meantime......
I had to take some of the dirty wash to the local laundromat yesterday. I had no choice. I haven't been to a laundromat in many moons and the experience was nerve-shattering. Not to mention humiliating.
Picture this: me and a dozen Mexican women, all washing clothes together in one room. Their unfriendly, incredulous stares made me unnervingly uncomfortable. They were silent but I knew what they were thinking among themselves.
Hey, Juanita! Check out the crazy gringo cowboy washing the pink nightgown and panties.
Yea. I'll admit it. I wasn't only doing my own wash. I was doing some of my mom's as well. My abject humiliation knew no bounds.
To complicate matters, two of the damned machines wouldn't work and I lost several quarters. I had to transfer all the lousy clothes to other machines. It was a scene worthy of Woody Allen.
I hope to God I never have to repeat that sorry performance.
The Sears delivery guy better watch out next Wednesday because when he shows up with my new washer & dryer, I'm gonna give him a bear hug and a big wet kiss.
I'm slowly squeaking out of my deep depression. I've accomplished a lot of work, finished many projects. My mom seems to be doing better after a harrowing series of serious illnesses. I recently reconciled with an old friend who hadn't spoken to me in a year (I couldn't possibly imagine anyone not wanting to speak to me for a year. It was definitely their loss.....).
My life is still hell, of course - - - but presently I'm only teetering on the outskirts of Hell, not completely engulfed in the very midst of Dante's Inferno.
Does any of this make sense? I didn't think so. Oh, by the way, it's Friday the 13th. Something bad is bound to happen.
The weather is as gorgeous as it gets in West TX: blue skies, golden sunshine, mild temperatures. In the 70's during the day, the 40's at night. The foliage is yellow and glorious.
.........but I keep asking myself "Where the hell are the geese?". Thousands of Canadian geese faithfully make their annual pilgrimage to this Cowtown around the beginning of November and stay for the winter. So far, this year, they haven't shown up. Did they make a detour? Did they get lost on the Amelia Earhart Aviation Express? Heck if I know.....
So what about my washing machine that blew up last week?
I got so sick of the dirty laundry piling up that one warm day I went out in the back yard and washed some things out by hand in a large tub. Death by crucifixion would be easier. It was a near impossibility, and trying to wring them out nearly killed me. I'm definitely not pioneer material..
I dried myself off, uncramped my gnarled, prunish, arthritic hands, crawled inside, got online, and ordered a new washer & dryer from Sears. They will be delivered by wagon train next Wednesday, the 18th. I wait with eager anticipation.......
In the meantime......
I had to take some of the dirty wash to the local laundromat yesterday. I had no choice. I haven't been to a laundromat in many moons and the experience was nerve-shattering. Not to mention humiliating.
Picture this: me and a dozen Mexican women, all washing clothes together in one room. Their unfriendly, incredulous stares made me unnervingly uncomfortable. They were silent but I knew what they were thinking among themselves.
Hey, Juanita! Check out the crazy gringo cowboy washing the pink nightgown and panties.
Yea. I'll admit it. I wasn't only doing my own wash. I was doing some of my mom's as well. My abject humiliation knew no bounds.
To complicate matters, two of the damned machines wouldn't work and I lost several quarters. I had to transfer all the lousy clothes to other machines. It was a scene worthy of Woody Allen.
I hope to God I never have to repeat that sorry performance.
The Sears delivery guy better watch out next Wednesday because when he shows up with my new washer & dryer, I'm gonna give him a bear hug and a big wet kiss.
7 comments:
Glad to hear nature has brought weather relief and Sear's is bringing the rest.
Oh, laundromats are awful places! I hope your clothes (and mom's) hold out until the Sears truck shows up.
Laundromats are right in there with public restrooms to me.Will be interesting to see if your Sears appliances last as long as they once did. What color is the rage for appliances now?
The last time I had to use a public laundromat, I found a condom in the washing maching. The attendant pulled it out of the machine and I looked at it in amazement. The attendant yelled, "Well, it's a french tickler!" I didn't know what that was, but I do now. God bless SEARS and the machines it doth bring. Oh, and I'm glad the troll of depression is leaving. Anne
The last time I went to the laundromat was when I had to was a large bed quilt. It would not fit in my washer.
There was a sign "Do not wash horse blankets in the washers."
I asked the attendant, "I guess someone washed horse blanket in your washers?" For every new mandate there is ALWAYS an incident.
Yes, she said and the horse hairs clogged up two washers and had to be repaired.
Don't worry - the geese will probably be arriving any day now. It was still fairly warm up here, so they didn't want to leave until this week, when we got our first snowfall in the mountains. And the windstorm we had yesterday (Friday the 13th, of course) will most likely help them catch a tail wind. The only time I ventured into a laundromat, was to hang up signs for babysitting work, in my teenage years. Eons ago.
I commiserate with you! I am a friend of Andy's. Let's be friends?
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