Simple pleasures

I love doing the laundry.

That said, the New-Age Emancipated Female Dragon is shrieking in disgust at this undoubtely medieval comment.

But I love it. Since we got the washing machine, of course. Before it, it was not at all pleasant. Everyone who has ever washed a load of jeans by hand knows what I'm talking about. I'll just stand there, watching the clothes swirl and slush around, listening to the soft and comforting sshhh....p! rrrrr....p! the machine makes and breathing the sweet and somewhat nostalgic aroma of clean clothes.

Once I read that many people fall asleep at landromats because the sound the machine makes is similar to the sound a baby hears when inside the wound. Maybe it's crap, but I do find it comforting.

I had tons of wash to do. My washing machine isn't new and needs constant pampering and reassurance, so I've spent most of the last four days in the yard, watching it work and providing encouragement. Feeling a little Cinderella-like, but a comforted and contented Cinderella. Little Cow would lie in the windowsill, washing her face as the sunrays slanted through the window and warmly bathed us. My plants are growing. My tea-rose is growing new buds.

The only bad thing about it is that you think too much when you're there. As an example, please read my blast from the past in the previous entry. But even that had a benign, positive quality I hadn't experienced in a long time. Maybe I should spend more time there.

Anyway, I'm done with it. I've finished. And there's nothing better than stepping into the bath, taking a long, hot shower, dry yourself afterwards with freshly washed towels and then wrapping around you your freshly washed robe.

Oh, there is something better than that.

After doing all the above mentioned, getting into the room and letting your man make soft love to you.

Aaahhh. His dad is supposed to come tomorrow, and I don't care. I'm in a moment of bliss and no one will take this away from me.