Next we have, after approximately 45 minutes at the laundromat, clothes on the line, that stretches from the telephone pole in the funeral home parking lot to my front porch. I have no pictures at the laundromat, as 1) The Mexican with the "Homeland Security" T-Shirt woulda freaked out or something and B) the washers have no window for you to peer into. Well some of them do but those are the expensive machines. It takes 37 minutes a load, I had one load. I set my watch and went to my car, as their were no seats available. I read a few pages of Averroes Take on that bloke Plato, that lm so kindly mailed to me many months ago. I read until my watch timer read 36 minutes. I walked back into the Air Conditioned ( that has to be expensive in the 90 degree heat of August ) laundromat and boggled that there was still 4 minutes in the machines time. Odd that. So I found a free seat and waited. The drive back was uneventful and I was able to hang the majority of the clothes.
After about 3 hours, I was able to take down the dry clothes and hang the remaining clothes. 90 minutes after that I took those down as well and folded the whole lot.
And now I am cooking pork, mashed potatoes and stuffing for the Sunday evening meal. I hope all is well with you. Hell, even you rmg.
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