This post is geared towards those who do not have a washer and dryer at home; to all those lucky ones who must go to a laundromat to do their laundry.
And what if I do have a washer and dryer?
You can read anyways, if you’d like to make me smile.
I moved out from my six and a half apartment on July 1st, where I was living with one roommate. Now I am in a three and a half, living alone. In my old apartment, we had a washer and dryer. Back then—sounds like a long time ago, but this was up until June—, I would not wait around for my laundry: I would simply put the clothes in the wash, and come back to them later on in the day to say hello—and put them in the dryer.
Now, I do not own a washer and dryer. Luckily, I do not need to go to a laundromat either.
Are you saying you just don’t clean your clothes anymore..?
No, not at all: my mother lives five minutes away—on foot—, which is practical with laundry in mind.
That’s good. I am glad that you have kept proper hygiene while living alone.
Sometimes I will go put a load of laundry in, and ask my mother to put the clothes in the dryer when the wash cycle is finished when she has a chance. Then, a few days later, I’ll go pick up my clean clothes from her house.
Whenever I have too many loads to do—mainly due to laziness, which tends to brood a heaping pile of clothes in my closet—, I will go, and wait for the first load to finish, and then start up a second one. That is a similar situation to those who go to a laundromat, and have to wait for their washer and dryer cycle to finish.
Today I decided to take my mom’s dog to the park while waiting for the first load to finish. There were about 7 other dogs in the park, and Bailey was the second smallest one there, looking like a white little fur ball on four legs.
I stayed for about 20 minutes, and went to pick up the leash and harness which I had left on the ground by a tree—smart me; a dog had peed on it.
Well, if it was by a tree…
This was Bailey during the car ride home—obviously still a little white fur ball, but sprawled out and all huffy-puffy:
I carried Bailey back to the car, went to my mom’s, and low and behold, my laundry was done! I started up a second cycle, hung up some clothes, put some in the dryer, and asked my mother to do the second dryer cycle tonight after her work.
On other occasions I have simply just relaxed on the couch with Bailey, or played the piano while waiting for the wash cycle.
When you go to a laundromat, what do you do?
Thanks for reading:
Paw-note: don’t leave anything outside by the tree when you go do laundry; you might attract some dogs.