so it's confession time...I have an unhealthy obsession with laundry. Anyday I get to clean clothes, is a good day. In Nigeria, we would pay women to wash our clothes (about 35 cents per item) and everything was handwashed and then hung out to dry. But, given the Sahara-like conditions, the clothes never came back to me looking, smelling or feeling very clean. In my home here, there is a washer (in the kitchen) and after about 40 minutes of scrubadubdub, the clothes are ready to go upstairs to the lines. The smell of line-dried clothes is very marketable (candle company anyone?), but honestly there's just something about letting the wind and sun do the work... So as spring approaches (for most of you at least), instead of throwing that next load in the dryer on a beautiful day (and wasting ton of energy), hang the clothes up in your backyard and soak up the freshness!
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you and your laundry obsessions...i miss talking to you on the phone and hearing the washing machine in the background. some things never change...
Sam, I am getting concerned about your mental state. It started out with playbills, then strange love poems, and now laundry. Ask yourself if you were on the outside looking in, if you too would not be raising your eyebrows. If you are hooked up with a cult or feel yourself slipping out of reality and need to come home early, call me and we'll fly you right on home ASAP. With deep concerns, your aunt.
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