Today, for the first time in 440 days, I washed (some of) my clothes in an actual washing machine (as opposed to hand-washing and later my trusty Riga-8). Some PCV’s have actual spinning, see-the-suds-through-the-door machines. I don’t and was thrilled at the prospect. I was not. however, prepared for what happened next. After washing them, after they had been squeezed to non-drip perfection in the mystical centrifuge, I put them in another futuristic dream-land contraption: A DRYER.
I even used A DRYER SHEET.
I was a little afraid my clothes would break the machine with all the dirt that surely remains tucked into seams and pockets despite all of Riga-8’s best efforts to spin my garments in soon-brown water. One good go in a spin-washer within two years, that’s pretty good I think. And yes, after the dryer I DID take them out in a bundle and hug my PCV friend with all the warm clothes in between us. A particular and peculiar joy.
Now I’m going to go take a shower and put on clean blue jeans that fit snug all over.