Laundry Boy |
There will be no regret involved in seeing the end of the laundromat days. We've come up with a simple solution that is not perfect but will avoid the problems that come with laundromats ... like dryers stealing your quarters and not delivering their services, and washers that don't drain, and all this when no one is around to refund your money and even if they are, you are still stuck there an extra hour after waiting for a machine to be free so you can wash or dry that last load after a malfunction. It sounds like I'm complaining, when I'm not even the one who has been doing the laundry. I swear, Everett is a prince. He sees that time in the laundromat as a perfect opportunity to read for a couple hours with minimal interruptions, so it's all fine with him.
But what, he wonders, does his mother do while he is there?
Why, she picks Emil up and has a quick visit with all the residents of the group home where he lives, and the supervisor's adorable dog, Pete the miniature bulldog sort, who gets quite excited when anyone comes or goes. I keep inviting him to come home with me, but his owner just laughs.
Then I drop off the recycling. We have an incredible amount of recycling! Has really made me aware of how much stuff we were sending to the landfill before. Horrible. Recycling is a pain in the ass, but totally necessary. If you don't recycle, shame on your lazy shortsighted ass. Nobody is lazier or more shortsighted than me, and if I can do it, you have no excuse not to.
Yesterday there were no other errands so Emil and I went for some poutine, ordered fries for Everett who came across the street to the café for a half-hour, and were joined by Dave, Wadena's coffee inspector. It is a dirty job, he says, but someone has to do it.
Afterward Emil and I went for groceries. Well, his mother went for groceries. He just struts up and down the aisles looking for people to waylay and converse with. Or to. Maybe it's more "to."
A fine long email came into my inbox this morning from Ms Bell, who is travelling in Rome right now. The little gallavanter. I have requested permission to post her letter here, so if we're lucky we can gallavant vicariously. I've suggested she try her hand at travel writing after she retires from her current profession.
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Be sure to check out today's entry from Italy. The link to the webpage is always there, on the left under the heading Around the Planet. Here's what Louise has written today: click here. Maybe you'll want to find a new source for your chickens and eggs.
Hey there! Thanks for the link - the video makes for pretty shocking viewing - and I think more people should know what goes on.
ReplyDeleteThat video is just horrible and sad.
ReplyDeleteThats why I refuse to eat chicken and eggs from the store
ReplyDeleteI don't dare watch the video while I don't have a line on farm-raised eggs. The chickens we have in the deep freeze were raised right, but non-factory eggs are hard to come by, even out here in farm country.
ReplyDeleteDon't know if I dare to watch that video! Guess it's quite horrible :-S Luckily I prefere "home-made" eggs! Taste much better than those you buy...
ReplyDeleteBtw, here we got a special recycling bin for food (the bag is made of soybeans) and when it's emptied, it become fuel for buses, garbage trucks and other vehicles with eco-friendly motors :-D