Dollar Days at the Mat!
Every Wednesday....
On Wednesday, we went to the laundromat, of course.
We ate there.
We bellowed for bananas there.
We drank from Susannah's cup.
We read Little House in the Big Woods.
We were oblivious to monsters.
We talked to this raspy-voiced ex-farmer, now trucker, smoking, divorced 69-year old man with 3 children and his second grandson due any day now, who was kind enough to let Millie empty every last lint catcher, even those by his feet, while he dried his clothes.
Oh, yes. We swept. From sea to shining sea.
We....sniffed our baby's ear????
And then went home again to the duet of winter wind and swinging swoosh.
3 comments :
maybe not too late to transform your and your daughter's laundromat experiences into a coffee table book?
The lint trap photo is magic.
John and I would be the only ones interested in buying it. This blog is a more sensible way to share laundromat pictures with the uncaring world at large.
Oh. I'm glad you like that photo.
I do, too.
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