It was bound to happen sooner or later; I knew this day would come. Wash day. I just thought I could go at least a week or more before I had to wash clothes. We have a washer. It's a Maytag and took me an hour to figure it out. Well, truth be told, I never did figure it out.
Krishna, our house guy (I can not bring myself to say boy) showed me how it worked as he dumped the laundry in it over my protests. (Renting an apartment it seems, brings people with it! Krishna makes us coffee in the morning, and comes with lunch in Tiffins (stacked like Tupperware but metal), and generally also dinner. The first couple of days I was so exhausted I thought he was just being nice; then I founds out that's his job!)
Krishna takes care of us and is a sweetheart. He also insists he is to do the laundry. So I snuck in a load this morning and took it out to the scary porch to hang it over the drying rack. He kinda looked weird at me today when he went out on the porch to shake a rug. I just grinned. Not knowing his language worked to my advantage today.
I know it not politically correct. I know it takes up Earth's resources. I know most countries of the world do not use clothes dryers, but - I miss my clothes dryer. Schrunchy towels and scratchy underwear in hot weather is just so annoying.
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