Laundry

A few weeks ago (back in Freedom Month) Lyle and I enjoyed something that has never happened in the past and will not likely ever happen again.

We get our laundry cleaned and delivered, except for our whites. That requires me to clean our whites about every 10 days. I hold out as long as I possibly can--laundry is not something I enjoy, especially in the City. But with only doing whites, it now takes me a mere hour from start to finish, so it is much more bearable.

Even though June was freedom month, it did not liberate us from chores such as laundry. What did we decide to do then? We did it together. I know, it probably sounds dumb. It wasn't time efficient. We both just sat there while we waited, both reading our books side by side, with not too much interaction. But the fact that we could actually do this without feeling guilty about our time wasted was the point. It was a beauty. I didn't realize how "priceless" this moment was until we were on our way out, as I said, "we will most likely NEVER ever do this in our life again," to which Lyle replied, "you're probably right." What a moment. We walked down the street together, loaded our single washer, sat down and enjoyed the quiet laundromat while stealing glances from time to time with no worry about when the laundry would finish and with no rush of somewhere else we needed to be. We dried our whites, loaded the bag, and walked back to our apartment to finish our night of "hanging out". I am grateful for this small, inconsequential moment, and that we enjoyed doing something so minuscule, instead of rushing it aside.

There you have it...my beautiful thought on laundry...betchya never heard of one like that before!