Laundry
Got three loads through.
Not getting my sweater right now, Moby has it. When he's done, he'll let me know.
Vacuumed. Recycled. Saw a couple of open houses. Nothing we could live in. Not that it matters, we are at least a year from being able to commit to a house. Not bad, but odd or old. One had a fridge from the 20s. The other was a store converted into a house, so the allocation of footage was awkward. Reminded me of some old, rural motels.
Still have towels to fold.
Posted by Zhoen on Saturday, October 29, 2011
4 comments:
I have three baskets of laundry ahead of me to fold. Starting at 22:45 is not particularly appealing, but when most of my family members are out of one or another particular item, it is time.
My cat is currently asleep in the spot where I put some of my folded laundry. He will be removed.
Oh, Moby! He's not going grey is he? All that stress of having to find somewhere clean and fresh to sleep must be getting to him.
Seeing different houses gets you thinking, sorting the laundry is a good time to think.
You might find that the home you end up with is not what you expected!
RR,
That's mostly just the sun on his fur. But he has a number of white spots, strands, coming through. Just like D and I. He does take the refurring of the fabric seriously.
gz,
We don't have anything particular in mind, having lived in apartments so long. Actually, thanks for the idea, next posting.
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