There is no heat in my dryer.
That is not a metaphor.
Just the sad fact. This morning, in a fit of early-birdiness, I put in the first load of laundry at 5:45. Then I went about doing all the things that needed doing, and at 7, I checked the dryer. It was off. But clothes were wet. “Oh, sorry,” said a Kid. “I thought I turned that back on.” Well, I turned it back on myself, and guess what? Nothing, that’s what. Well, not really nothing. Tumbling. Rotating. But no heat. No good. But of course, I already had another load washed and ready, so I ran the dryer cold. For 3 and a half hours. Now my kitchen is covered, draped, in white laundry that is almost dry. And a load of other clothes is tumbling away in the laundry room.
This is good for me. What to know why?
Because I am going to write until the automatic sensor on the dryer turns itself off. Like a little alarm clock. A reward may come at the end of the writing/drying cycle.
Because I can fool myself like that.
And also because I know it will eventually turn itself off. It will. But the clothes inside will still be damp and cold.
And even with cold and damp kid-clothes, the writing will remain done.
Until my computer blows up. (*knocking on wood-like substances*)
(6) Comments for this blog
First: Lint trap?
Second: I like to fool myself too. It’s a little game I play.
Third: Sending happy, dry thoughts your way, for what it’s worth…
First: Lint trap?
Second: I like to fool myself too. It’s a little game I play.
Third: Sending happy, dry thoughts your way, for what it’s worth…
Sound like you need a laundry line! Sorry, though!
Sound like you need a laundry line! Sorry, though!
Oh no! I hate when my dryer is on the fritz! I hope it gets fixed soon. =(
Oh no! I hate when my dryer is on the fritz! I hope it gets fixed soon. =(