Archive for January 2, 2011


At the laundromat

If you follow me on twitter, you might think I live there. You have probably read that tweet many times. I don’t check in on Foursquare there, mainly because I haven’t been able to find it. I also joked the last time I was there that the lady told me rent was due next week.

Here’s the story, we have a washer. It is practically brand new, one of the high efficiency washers. Front load with a compartment for your soap and buttons and all kinds of fancy stuff. We love it. My mother called me the other day and she has one too, but she doesn’t like hers. However, we don’t have a dryer. D and Em just decided we didn’t need one, I agreed with them. During the summer and fall it was fine not having a dryer, now that it’s winter, and I’m wearing socks, it seems I am at the laundromat every day drying clothes. I’m not really and I am sure not having the dryer saves money, we still hang up most of our clothes to dry, but I really don’t like trudging to the laundromat when it’s cold and the ground is muddy.

When I move, I’ll probably have to wash and dry my clothes at a laundromat, so I should probably just shut up about this.

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Winter

The events of the past week have caused me to think about winter, specifically why I like winter. I like snow and I like cold air, but on the other hand ….

The excema on my eyelids flares up in the wintertime due to the cold air. Nice scaley red lids, not a good look for me. Also my arthritis in my knee, which as I get older is spreading down to my ankle and up to my hip. Or maybe just the pain is spreading. The skin on my thumbs cracks, I have to put Vaseline in my nose so I don’t get nosebleeds. So why do I love winter?

Winter is when the snow falls, snow is beautiful and fun (when you’re not buried in it 😉 ) more importantly, winter is a season. I grew up in Florida, we tracked the seasons on the calendar. There was no turning of the leaves, no days getting shorter and colder it was rainy and humid or dry and humid. In New York there are seasons, winter, summer, spring and autumn. Separate and distinct; each with things to love and things to hate. So maybe it’s not winter I love, it’s winter in New York I love. Because good or bad, I’m not leaving.

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