It’s a beautiful, beautiful day here today and I just finished doing my ironing. I got behind on laundry this week — one load came out of the dryer last weekend and sat in the basket all week. Another languished in the dryer since Thursday afternoon. And the load in the washer just sat there being soggy. So today, I re-fluffed the two dryer loads, Justin re-washed the washer load, and then I folded all three, with some help fro Justin. And then, instead of my normal tactic of hanging the stuff to be ironed on the bedroom door until there wasn’t room for any more and my choice of clothing was severely limited, I asked Justin to drag the iron and board downstairs and I stood there watching TV and doing my ironing. There’s one more load in the dryer, since we were already on a roll, and I’ll fold that once it’s dry. But I already know there isn’t anything that will need ironing in that load.
So I stood here doing my ironing, with the patio door open to the patio umbrella, which Justin opened for the first time in months on Thursday and we’ve left open since then. I noticed the smell of grilling when we had it opened on Thursday and I smelled it again this afternoon and I think I’ve finally determined that it’s the umbrella that’s smelly. It makes sense — it’s near to where we do all our grilling. But it’s still surprising. Hopefully a few more days of airing will take care of that.
And because I had the patio door open, I could hear the pedophile-mobile ice cream truck come by. That’s right, that mobile vending machine is still alive and very creepy in my neighborhood. I could hear it for a while before it came down my street, the sounds of “Mary Had a Little Lamb” and “Old McDonald” echoing over the trees in a cheerful, spooky way. I wasn’t sure if maybe there were two trucks having it out with their tunes for a while, the way it was echoing made it hard to tell how many trucks were out there. I could just imagine two trucks facing off, having a nursery-rhyme jingle joust. Only the winner gets to go down the block with all the townhouse kids!
It’s a relaxing day, though. In a couple hours, Justin and I are going downtown for the Arts and Seafood festival. There’s going to be fireworks at dusk! There’s a big street festival, too, but I’ll go to that tomorrow by myself and wander around looking at the arts and crafts with my camera in tow instead of my husband. He’d go if I really, really wanted him to, but he’d be much happier sitting at home, and I’m fine with that, just as long as I get to go. And as long as we go to the fireworks tonight.
Until then, though, I’m relaxing. Getting caught up on the laundry feels good, especially since I got all my ironing done, too. The house is clean and I have no strong need to get anything else accomplished today. I might step outside with my pruning shears and wander around getting things a little less wild-looking and enjoy the weather. Tomorrow will be a busier day than today, so for today, I’m taking advantage of the relaxing.
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You sound happy, Kylene, and that makes me happy!
Haha! We have one of those super creepy ice cream trucks too! Except ours is in a big white van covered in what looks like Spanish ice cream sticker flavors. And the unsettling part is how it slows down by the houses that kids live… hmmm….
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