Monday, September 22, 2014

Monday morning washday


My parents win a prize for ecological soundness: they don't possess a drier.  My mother says that would mean putting it in the garage, and that would mean a new socket, and in any case the clothes smell good when dried outside.  In being belated, they manage to be ahead of the curve ...

This morning seems (from the perspective of Los Angeles) a long way away ...

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