I live in a really old apartment building. So old, in fact, that it’s called “vintage.” I LOVE it. It has great character, original hardwood floors and an incredible view.
But you know what people didn’t have in 1908? Appliances. Of course I have a couple modern touches like a refrigerator and a stove circa 1990, but I do not have a dishwasher or washer and dryer.
I spend about $10 a month on the washers and dryers in my apartment building basement. Sometimes it’s a little more, but at least once a month I say hello to my bank teller and buy a roll of quarters. I also hoard quarters like you wouldn’t believe. It’s a pain.
I try to think positive like at least I don’t have to go to a laundro-mat, or at least I have clothes to wash. But sometimes it’s just annoying.
That’s where this weekend came in. On Thursday night one of my bosses and his wife asked if I could house sit for them. She thought I could hang out, watch TV, get a change of scenery and do laundry. As you may know, my TV is new to me, but not new to the world and I use an antenna. It totally doesn’t compare to NFL Sunday Ticket and a TV with decent color! So I took the offer.
On Saturday I did laundry one load at a time, in a new washer built to clean clothes well. Every 40 minutes I went upstairs, switched the clothes over and folded them back into my hamper. It was glorious.
I don’t necessarily mind laundry but I used to be the biggest culprit of putting clothes in the machines and forgetting all about them. I would complain about how long it took to finish laundry one load at a time. I would huff about folding and hanging it up – or else I’d just toss it in a hamper and take my (wrinkled) clothes out of there every day.
But this weekend… this weekend I was able to enjoy it. It was exciting (well, as exciting as laundry could be) to start a washer without giving it $1.50. It was exciting to switch the clothes over and really see that they were clean, even though the buzzer woke me up from a nap. I actually enjoyed folding the laundry and putting it in the hamper to take home.
Yes it took a few hours, but I watched a lot of college football, took a brief catnap and worked on this blog in the process. Once I learned to stop taking the ability to laundry at “home” for “free” for granted, I was able to actually enjoy the process.
And compared to how they had to wash clothes in 1908 when my apartment was built, this was a breeze!