It has to be the suds. Or maybe the agitation. No, the dryer. Whatever it is, I like doing laundry. I like turning dirty, balled up clothes into a freshly laundered stack of clean duds. Don’t ask why because I? Don’t know.
Checking the pockets yields a jackpot of surprises: forgotten money, a mint, lost keys, missing flash drive, gum, even a credit card. Sneaky little bandits, aren’t they? It’s into the wash basket for them. Shorts that sat in popsicle goo, mustard stained t-shirt, jeans with bleach spots, socks with a hole in the toe, the whole lot.
Front loading washers are the best, I watch the clothes through the window. It’s a melee in there. The clothes somersault and twist and pirouette, they push and shove and shimmy. It’s a mosh pit and a carnival ride and a grand day at the spa rolled into one. Even the lowliest sock gets the royal treatment on laundry day. The entire process is incredibly cleansing for the clothes and, okay, yes, for me.
When the washer shuts off and the cylinder stops revolving, the door pops open. And there they lie, soggy, exhausted, still reeling from the spin cycle. It’s a disheartening moment. They look so, what, so pitiful. Gone is the dancing, gone is the frivolity.
Never fear, the dryer is one amazing household appliance. Take clothes fresh-from-the-washer, toss them in the dryer, select your temperature, turn it on, and magic happens. Tell me, what’s in there, a valet? Seven pounds of wet, mashed rags turns into three pounds of warm, familiar friends. The transformation is nothing short of miraculous. Life and cleanliness (which is next to godliness) have been restored. Yet, we’re so accustomed to this phenomena we usually fail to notice. The dryer is a grossly under-appreciated appliance, ladies and gentlemen. Give it a pat on the head once in a while. Show it you care.
Hard to believe these are the same clothes pulled from the hamper a couple hours ago. They’re fluffy, they’re bright and cheery, they’re soft. I look at them and I feel fluffier, too, brighter and cheerier. Holy cow, I’ve been redeemed through association.That’s good enough for me.
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