Last weekend was the culmination of planning, preparing, communicating about, receiving, and organizing videos for our latest virtual choir project. It also happened to be my birthday.
We’re talking busy! So busy that I couldn’t even think about doing laundry.
The only problem is that the week before that was also pretty darn busy, so I only got through about two-thirds of our dirty clothes. Which means that — two weeks later — our closets and drawers were looking mighty empty.
[By the way, I have to say that it doesn’t seem entirely right to me that, one can be in the midst of doing all kinds of wonderful, worthwhile, uplifting projects, yet one still has to devote time and energy to something like laundry. I mean…really?!?]
Well, you know how this story ends…today I had to do six full loads of laundry, which took up almost the entire day. Yes, I’m tired, but it also feels good to have it done.
It also brings back a memory from eons ago, when I shared an apartment with my friend, Nancy. We were a couple of twenty-somethings living in San Francisco; as you can imagine, we were always way too busy having fun to worry about laundry.
Finally we would load up the car and spend a few hours at the laundromat. And then came the thrill of raiding one another’s fully stocked closets, finding outfits that we had forgotten we owned. Which is why Nancy’s laundry motto was always: “The boutique is open!”