Ray's Thought for the Day - Wash Day
Wash days are of irregular occurrence, ultimately, sometimes coinciding with when I run out of undears. I don't like it when I put off the wash until I run of out of undears. It's too nerve-wracking. Anything could happen.
Crumby says the correct pronunciation of wash, may be, warsh. Like, Time to warsh up, fer supper. Or, Ray, go get the warsh off the clothsline. But the rest of us wash for supper or wash our undears. Clotheslines, byt the way, may be fixing to make a comeback. That means we may need to fix our clothesline. A tree fell on it.
But getting back to wash, or warsh, day. Time passes, slowly for some, spritely for others. So last night I was down to my last undears, a sure indication of the spritely passage of time. Not only was I totally out of undears, all my werkin' in the sun pants were fermenting in the laundry hamper.
What's that smell? Smells like dead leaves mixed with squashed planarians and cat pee. No, it smells like bat poop and rancid boogers on old snake skins. No, it smells like Rayetta's bucket, plus violets or pansies. No, it smells like, blah, blah, blah.
That's my twain beautiful girlfriends trying to be funny.
Out I headed to do the wash. Perilous was that journey. That's because I have a totally transportable laundry hamper. Yet that laundry hamper was not designed for all the potential wash it contained. A great many of the different garments kept hopping out, aggravated by over crowding and stinkiness. Once hopped out, they were liable to trip me up.
Finally I made it out to the washer. Looking backwards though, I detected a trail of strays. Got to round them up. Lulu! Dang it! Gimme those undears.
Once I had all the strays rounded up, it was time to decide on all the various wash details. Alas, all these garments won't fit at once. I shall have to do two wash loads. This is exactly what I mean when I spell, nerve-wracking.
OK. Let's keep it simple Ray. The werkin' in the sun pants get washed first. Then everyone else gets washed second. Look at that! Stupid. The ladies have been fooling around with the knobs again. Lucky I espied that before I did my pants.
My settings are the standard settings; heavy duty, large load, warm/cold. Those are the best settings for the most garments. They all do pretty well on those settings. The same goes for the drier. When the ladies fool around with the drier knobs, and I don't notice they have fooled with those drier knobs, it really messes my garments up.
For this wash I was interested to see how muddy the wash water would get once all my pants were in and agitated. Thankfully, my washer is equipped with a lid that works OK in the up position, allowing me to observe the progression of my wash if I don't mind getting splashed. Anon, I noticed that the wash water was doing its job, turning appropriately sludgy. Praise the Goddess, that was nerve-wracking.
Now that I have all this nerve-wracking wash under control, I am at my leisure to go find a delicious cinnamon bun. I know right where to look. This time, since I didn't get my bun last Saturday, I am fixing to select the very biggest bun the vendor has got. How about that!
Crumby says the correct pronunciation of wash, may be, warsh. Like, Time to warsh up, fer supper. Or, Ray, go get the warsh off the clothsline. But the rest of us wash for supper or wash our undears. Clotheslines, byt the way, may be fixing to make a comeback. That means we may need to fix our clothesline. A tree fell on it.
But getting back to wash, or warsh, day. Time passes, slowly for some, spritely for others. So last night I was down to my last undears, a sure indication of the spritely passage of time. Not only was I totally out of undears, all my werkin' in the sun pants were fermenting in the laundry hamper.
What's that smell? Smells like dead leaves mixed with squashed planarians and cat pee. No, it smells like bat poop and rancid boogers on old snake skins. No, it smells like Rayetta's bucket, plus violets or pansies. No, it smells like, blah, blah, blah.
That's my twain beautiful girlfriends trying to be funny.
Out I headed to do the wash. Perilous was that journey. That's because I have a totally transportable laundry hamper. Yet that laundry hamper was not designed for all the potential wash it contained. A great many of the different garments kept hopping out, aggravated by over crowding and stinkiness. Once hopped out, they were liable to trip me up.
Finally I made it out to the washer. Looking backwards though, I detected a trail of strays. Got to round them up. Lulu! Dang it! Gimme those undears.
Once I had all the strays rounded up, it was time to decide on all the various wash details. Alas, all these garments won't fit at once. I shall have to do two wash loads. This is exactly what I mean when I spell, nerve-wracking.
OK. Let's keep it simple Ray. The werkin' in the sun pants get washed first. Then everyone else gets washed second. Look at that! Stupid. The ladies have been fooling around with the knobs again. Lucky I espied that before I did my pants.
My settings are the standard settings; heavy duty, large load, warm/cold. Those are the best settings for the most garments. They all do pretty well on those settings. The same goes for the drier. When the ladies fool around with the drier knobs, and I don't notice they have fooled with those drier knobs, it really messes my garments up.
For this wash I was interested to see how muddy the wash water would get once all my pants were in and agitated. Thankfully, my washer is equipped with a lid that works OK in the up position, allowing me to observe the progression of my wash if I don't mind getting splashed. Anon, I noticed that the wash water was doing its job, turning appropriately sludgy. Praise the Goddess, that was nerve-wracking.
Now that I have all this nerve-wracking wash under control, I am at my leisure to go find a delicious cinnamon bun. I know right where to look. This time, since I didn't get my bun last Saturday, I am fixing to select the very biggest bun the vendor has got. How about that!
posted by ray pistrum at Saturday, December 01, 2007
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