Laundry Adventures

Today is laundry day.
Yep, today is the day my wife has decided she wants to do the washing and drying of all of our clothes. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind doing the laundry, but I find it to be monotonous and boring. So when my wife offers to do the laundry by herself on one of her days off, I am always a source of unending encouragement. A major part of this cotton and rayon adventure is getting our dirty items to the laundromat. This invovles carrying everything down two flights of steps to the vehicle, which is no fun task.

Trying to be the good husband, I offer to take one of the "loads" of clothing down with me as I leave. Now, this "load" I chose is actually more like 2 or 3 machines worth of items, but it all fits in once nice bundle, which is created by throwing it all on our queen-size bed sheet and pulling up the four corners. The other "load" that I left for my wife to carry when she is ready to leave is the traditional hip-style laundry basket. Having my bundle in hand, I head out to face the day.

The twenty-eight wooden steps down to the lower level of our "multi-family housing unit" were slightly damp and slick, but nothing an old seasoned pro like me couldn't handle. As I stepped out from under the covered roof of the stairway, I was greeted by the day with a hundred little kisses on my face from the sky, all in the form of wispy, whimsical snowflakes. As I enjoyed this wind-delivered sensation, I proceeded to step onto the ice covered parking lot. I quickly modified my joyful step to account for the deadly ice below my running shoes. There's no need to hurry on that sort of stuff - you just end up hurting something that you'd rather not have hurt.

So I carefully made my way to my wife's trusty vehicle and proceeded to discover that it was completely frozen shut. I spent several minutes messing with the passenger side door until it finally open. I unlocked the remaining doors and then proceeded to jerk the rear passenger side door open. After placing the "bundle" of laundry in the back, I moved back to the front side and forced the driver side door open from the inside. Having accomplished this task, I proceeded to lock the doors and headed to my car.

Now my mode of tranportation is not as new or fancy or even as trustworthy as my wife's, but it gets me where I need to go. I tried the driver side door for several minutes, but to no avail. I slipped my way around to the other side where the passenger door became my new nemesis. It took me all of four minutes to finally free the door and by this time my fingers were freezing and my ears were quite cold. I guess that's what I deserve for not wearing gloves or a hat during the winter season.

I made it to work only ten minutes later than I had hoped, but I feel quite victorious with that fact considering everything that I had to overcome this morning. The snow is still coming down right now, and I must admit that I love every blessed flake of it.

What a great way to start a Thursday!