Attitude Adjustment

On Friday, I went to town to do laundry because of our little water problem here at home. I was a nervous wreck.

I don’t know when my unreasonable fear of laundromats began. I can’t recall any scary movies that I’ve seen in which a woman gets murdered at one. Still, you won’t see me visiting the local Sparkle Shop at night even though they’re open until ten.

I need to visit the Sparkle Shop again tomorrow (in broad daylight).

I was ready to complain about the whole situation when A Home Of Our Own came to mind. It’s a semi-biographical movie about a widowed mother with six kids trying to build their own house. They had nothing. One of the scenes shows the family exulting over a toilet that one of the kids had picked up at the local scrap yard.

No more complaining from me. I have two toilets. So one of them has a little water around it from the washing machine two weeks out of the year.

Still, if you don’t hear from me in the next couple of days, check the dryers.

 

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