By now you know my love of all things yoga, but there are times when I just can't (or don't have the time to) settle down with my mat in our living room. There are other times when I feel I have done enough physical exertion during the day to qualify as "exercise." One such day is laundry day. You see, we don't have a laundry facility in our unit, nor do we have one in the building itself. So I have to cart our 2-3 bags of laundry down the stairs of our fourth-floor walk-up to the car, from the car to the laundromat, and then back up the stairs after I finish.
We used to go to the Washing Well on Clark, but after a bad Saturday when there were lines for the dryers and six of the dryers were broken, I decided to go somewhere else. I found a place not too far from us (still have to drive; not going to walk all the clothes home) where the 18 lb. washers are only a dollar instead of the $1.50 at the Washing Well. That was the first incentive. The workers at the old place weren't very nice and, as I say, didn't fix any of the broken machines. When I walked into the new place, the man working there greeted me, brought me a laundry cart, and went back to FIXING ONE OF THE MACHINES!!! I knew I had made the right choice. They had TVs around the laundromat (soap operas and Barney, but I wasn't picky) and generally very nice people working there. As I was folding, two employees asked me which of these two colors should they repaint the laundromat. They were sweet and kind and helpful. They even let me take the laundry cart outside to load up my car after I finished folding. Unfortunately, this didn't work so well, as the parking lot is full of cracks, holes, and uneven pavement, so I ended up with one enormous bruise on my shin and another on my knee. But still. They were so nice.
I went in again last Monday. A different employee greeted me, brought me a cart, opened the door for me, and showed me to some washers. She had brought her guitar and was singing to the little kids there with their parents, which I thought was cute. As I folded my clothes, she and I chatted. She told me about how she had moved from Mexico several years ago and had become a citizen of the USA about a year ago. She also told me about her divorce and that I should never drink or smoke because my body is like a holy place and I shouldn't take anything bad into my body. She asked if my husband drank, and I told her no. She said that was good because men get mean when they drink, and that was why she divorced her husband. I met a couple of other people too, another woman from Mexico and some hippie white guy. The strangest part of all of this happened when I was almost done folding the laundry. The first woman (the employee) got out her guitar again and started singing to me. She didn't know very many songs, and even the songs she knew, she didn't know most of the words to them. Then she wanted me to join in, which I did, but that doesn't change the fact that I still don't know all the words to "Yellow Submarine" by the Beatles or "It's Now or Never" by Elvis. I tried to tell her I didn't know the words, but she just wanted me to sing along, so I hurried through my last load and got out of there when I could. On a brighter note, she helped me throw my folded clothes into the car. Maybe I just won't go on a Monday again to avoid the public singing of songs I don't know. If anything exciting happens tomorrow when I go again, I'll let you know.
Then comes the fun part. Jake is very helpful hauling the bags down the stairs to the car, but he's usually at school when I get finished and come home. So I get to lug the bags up the stairs. Because I've consolidated, I usually only have two bags, but because they're so heavy, I end up making a trip for each bag. By the time I huff and puff up the stairs the second time around, I feel pretty good about not bothering to exercise for the rest of the day.
And now for something completely different: I am subbing today (hurray for money!). While I generally like what I do, I struggle with being woken up by a phone before 7 am. For some reason, I jump about a mile when my phone rings and I'm still in bed. What this means is that I should just start getting up before 6:30 (when the sub coordinator calls) so I don't have massive amounts of adrenaline pumping through my system first thing in the morning. Not pleasant. I wouldn't do well in combat. But of course I won't get up any earlier, especially not on a Wednesday morning when Jake doesn't have classes. Sleep is good. I just wish she'd call at night instead of in the early morning. The crazy thing was that I woke up briefly about 20 minutes before she called, thinking that if she hadn't called by that time, she wouldn't be calling at all, so I settled back in to the covers to sleep for another hour. No dice. I guess I'll have to wait for next Wednesday to sleep in.
And finally, Jake and I have decided on Halloween costumes. We weren't going to dress up at all, but some friends from our ward invited us to their home for a party on Friday. The tricky part is finding a costume that didn't require spending much money. Jake had to wear a suit for a competition earlier this week, and he looked so great that I thought I could wear one of my old formals and we could go as prom king and queen. I could wear my tiara from our wedding, and Jake could snag a Burger King crown. Perfect. As we were eating dinner the other night, I was wearing my glasses and Jake said, "I've got it! I know what you can be for Halloween: Beauty Pageant Sarah Palin!" I had thought about being her awhile ago. I have the general facial features and the glasses, just not the bangs. This new will work out perfectly. I don't have to buy bangs or cut my hair. I can still wear the glasses, tiara, and dress. All I had to buy was a yard or two of white ribbon to write "Miss Wasilla" on it. Jake's costume has no real political connotations. He has a Nascar hat and decided to go as a redneck or something. We'll take pictures Friday and post them when we can. Thanks for putting up with my long blog, and Happy Halloween if we don't write before then!
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