I’m Grateful for my Laundry Machine



Tuesday February 27, 2024


Ode to the laundry machine. That tumbling beast. That water container with a motor. That rigid ridged dirt ridder.

I’ve lived without you at one point. I washed my clothes on a concrete slab for two years. I bloodied my knuckles on the slab, scraping back and forth.

By comparison, tossing clothing in, moving it from a wetting box to drying box, etc. doesn’t seem all that bad. It’s actually quite wonderful.



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