Really lazy day today. The promised rain and jellyfish failed to materialize. But, it was cloudy and muggy. So, I did laundry and worked a little on tidying up my life.
Washed the finest socks in the TSA line.
I have been assured that these bad boys go into the washer and dryer. Well, they went into the washer. But, I didn’t put them in the dryer.
There is a story. Once upon a time long long ago… I wore polyester. 100% polyester. Everything was polyester. I was not unique. Many unfortunates were clad from top to bottom from the skin out in polyester.
I was traveling. I had been traveling for a long time. I found a laundromat. I took off my clothes. Put on my polyester bikini. And my raincoat. I think it might not have been 100% polyester. It was Burberry. I put every stitch of clothing that I had – except the bikini and raincoat in the washer. When the washing is done… I pop everything in the dryer – set it to LOW – and retire to a nearby saloon to await clean dry clothes.
I should have checked the dryer. It only had one temperate. And, that one temperature was not LOW. It was HOT. After 60 minutes of blazing hot – my entire wardrobe was either melted and/or shrunk to doll size. This was in some outpost of civilization in Mediterranean. And, all I had was a bikini and a raincoat. Albeit a very fine Burberry raincoat.
Even after 50 years, I am deeply suspicious of all clothes dryers. (And polyester)
OOPS, I just heard thunder. Maybe it will rain. At least upslope.