1:00 a.m. Monday night. Laundry night. Tunes: Walk Idiot Walk by The Hives.
People are generally surprised to hear that I do my own laundry every week. It’s all to do with marital politics. My wife loves to do laundry. But she doesn’t like folding, sorting or putting laundry away. One day about six years ago I complained about having nothing but single socks and she said something to the effect, that if you don’t like the way I do the laundry why don’t you do it yourself? So, for the past six years, every Monday night I sit at our local laundromat from 11:00 to 1:30 watching my clothes spin around. In six years I’ve lost three socks.
Actually, I kind of like it. If I were at home, I’d be watching TV or working on the computer (or Flickring). At the laundromat I have a full, uninterrupted hour to focus on doing something. The first couple of years I spent the time reading. Since then I’ve been writing songs. For a while I was finishing one song a trip, but I’ve slowed down since then. Tonight, I read my camera’s manual and learned how to raise the mirror so I can clean the dust off my sensor.
BTW, I’ve reached the one week mark on my 365 project. This is only noteworthy because of the many projects I have begun and failed to follow through on in the past. Anyway, it’s been fun. I find I spend a lot of my spare moments thinking about what I can do for today’s self portrait. Creativity is a good thing, right?
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