Does dirty laundry really weigh more than clean? I have recently asked myself this very question. Once a week, I drag all my clothes to the laundry room. This necessitates carrying a large duffel bag of dirty clothes, blouse and skirt hangers, a canvas sack holding my detergent, fabric softener and Shout, and perhaps my entertainment bag, an assortment of reading material, my cell phone, glasses and a bottle of water. The trip to the laundry requires one long walk down the hall to the elevators, and another very long walk to the laundry. The load is heavy and I always think I’m never going to make it. I start alternating between heavy breathing and holding my breath half way down the hall. By the time I get there, my arms are ready to fall off. I can barely haul the duffle bag up and onto the table. So, why then on the trip back, do the same clothes, now clean and on hangers, feel lighter? It’s not like they were THAT dirty or anything. I would like a scientific explanation of this phenomenon.
I tell you, riding on four brand new tires and having my brakes adjusted have given me a whole new lease on life. What a difference. You don’t realize how bad things used to be until you go to brake and you almost go through the windshield. Not only that, but the car no longer pulls to the right. Oh, happy day.
Earlier, I went downstairs to heat my dinner in the microwave and came up on another business networking function. Forty people all talking simultaneously and sounding like the Tower of Babel. Been there, done that, even have the tee shirt. Me in another life. No thanks.
Last night it had the nerve to rain just as I was getting ready to go get dinner. I wasn’t hungry enough to walk in the rain, so in desperation I ordered wings in a spicy barbeque sauce from the bar. Normally, this would go against my healthy diet. However, when weighed against the other option: getting soaked and chilled to the bone in the process of having to walk down the street, I opted for raising a few eyebrows in the kitchen when I ordered them. They were good too.
I talked to my 95 year old mother today. Well, I tried to anyway. We’ve had the same conversation every time I’ve called for the past few years. She never knows what day it is, nor what time. You’ve just told her fifteen times. I asked her why she doesn’t use the old marking off the days on the calendar routine she used to have. She says every day is the same; why bother.
Right about this time, Confidante should be taking a mid-term exam. Or, so he says. Some people will use any excuse to avoid getting their clock cleaned at pool. Jeesh.
I tell you, riding on four brand new tires and having my brakes adjusted have given me a whole new lease on life. What a difference. You don’t realize how bad things used to be until you go to brake and you almost go through the windshield. Not only that, but the car no longer pulls to the right. Oh, happy day.
Earlier, I went downstairs to heat my dinner in the microwave and came up on another business networking function. Forty people all talking simultaneously and sounding like the Tower of Babel. Been there, done that, even have the tee shirt. Me in another life. No thanks.
Last night it had the nerve to rain just as I was getting ready to go get dinner. I wasn’t hungry enough to walk in the rain, so in desperation I ordered wings in a spicy barbeque sauce from the bar. Normally, this would go against my healthy diet. However, when weighed against the other option: getting soaked and chilled to the bone in the process of having to walk down the street, I opted for raising a few eyebrows in the kitchen when I ordered them. They were good too.
I talked to my 95 year old mother today. Well, I tried to anyway. We’ve had the same conversation every time I’ve called for the past few years. She never knows what day it is, nor what time. You’ve just told her fifteen times. I asked her why she doesn’t use the old marking off the days on the calendar routine she used to have. She says every day is the same; why bother.
Right about this time, Confidante should be taking a mid-term exam. Or, so he says. Some people will use any excuse to avoid getting their clock cleaned at pool. Jeesh.