I wrote to this title earlier this morning and it did not publish due to some problem with the server. I got the idea that I was supposed to publish it later, but it seems to have disappeared.
Anyway, Monday was always Laundry-Day in my youth. Due to mother's poor health the kids all learned early to soak, scrub and put the dirty clothes in the washer. The Maytag. Thence they were rinsed in clean water, run through the ringer and hung out to dry. Betty was pleased that she married a guy who could do his own laundry. As I was doing that usual chore and other usual things through the day it was going well. Then I realized that I had to get dinner. No one was doing that for me. I thought of the Marie Calendar frozen supper in the fridge, and then settled on a can of chunky clam chowder. It was good and filling along with the ice cream and a couple of cookies made over the week-end. I then brushed my teeth so there wouldn't be any temptation to eat further. Tonight I'm thinking chili of somesort since there is some hamburger in the freezer from sometime last December.
Today I've been hacking at the TurboTax and about have that ready to send off. Surprise! Surprise! I seem to owe both the Feds and the State. Ugh.
It is a beautiful sunny day here in Billings with temps to be in the mid-40's and a promise of 55 tomorrow. I'm tempted to wash the car, but that would surely bring rain or snow and I'd have to do it all over again.
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I really need to do some laundry. My lovely bedroom that I share with Mark (who interns at Amnesty International) currently resembles a horrible crime scene. Things are strewn about left and right, hither and yon. We are the perfect roommates, as both of us know that there is a place for everything, and neither of us much cares about making sure that things go into those places.
I have a great deal of clothing that needs to be dry cleaned. How expensively dreadful.
I remember growing up doing my own laundry much of the time as well. Seems to be a Taylor trait. My kids all learned early on that laundry was their task as well and not their mother’s.
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