Laundry Day: An Ode to Panties
Yesterday Cheri and I went and did our laundry. Most people don’t like laundry day, but I especially hate it up here. The nearest laundry is 23 miles away, up the mountain. That wouldn’t be so bad but these are “mountain miles,” meaning there are constant curves and hills going up and down. Bad enough it took us an hour each way to drive it. Then when we got there it is in a RV park and there are only two washers and two driers, so you never know how long you are going to have to wait to even start your clothes. We were lucky this time, only one washer and one dryer were in use when we got there. Fortunately the machines don’t cost much ($1 to wash and $1.25 to dry) so we spent $11 on laundry for two people. Still pretty cheap! The only other choice is to go down to the “flatland” in Fresno but it is 60 miles away, 5000 feet below us and 20 degrees hotter than here. That isn’t an option!
This was the first time I washed clothes as a vandweller with a girlfriend. I don’t know if you know this or not, but men and women are different! “What do you mean separate whites from colors?”…“Wait a minute, we can get a lot more into that machine!”…“You want clean sheets? Why, all you do is sleep on them?” It was an interesting day!
I’m just kidding, Cheri is so perfect for me because she isn’t the typical “frilly” girl that has to have everything clean and perfect all the time. A little dirt doesn’t scare her. But she brings balance to me. I might never do laundry or take a bath if it wasn’t for her!
One of the differences between men and women is in our underwear. I have at least 30 pairs of “tidy whitees,” and I don’t change them every day. Every two or three days is fine with me. All of them are at least 5 years old and they all have holes and stretched elastic. They may have started their life as white, but not anymore! I like to think of them as “well broken-in!” I watched Cheri fold here panties, and I didn’t see a hole in any of them. I was actually kind of disappointed. She isn’t as perfect as I thought! But, it isn’t a deal-breaker, I still love her.
The problem was that Cheri didn’t know how hard it is to do laundry up here, so she didn’t bring the right clothes and didn’t stretch them out as far as she could have. A few weeks ago she had to order more panties. There aren’t any for sale on the mountain, and going down to the Valley to shop at Walmart isn’t an option. So she ordered them from Walmart and had them delivered to my Postal Express box. James and Kyndal were already headed to Fresno, so they picked them up for us. Oh glorious day when Cheri got new panties! Just kidding!!!
There is a moral to this long story. If you are going to be a boondocker, plan ahead to make your laundry last as long as possible: 1) Have plenty of clothes, especially the ones you use most like underwear. 2) Wear them longer between washings—most of us wash our clothes long before they are really dirty. Washing them too often costs you more time and money doing laundry, and I think it wears the clothes out faster. 3) Choose colors that don’t show dirt. I wear camouflage pants a lot because they don’t show dirt. I can wear them for weeks at a time and they still don’t look dirty. Cheri brought a crème colored pair of pants and, of course, she could never wear them. They would have been filthy after an hour! The first time Tony (her Yorkshire Terrier) jumped up on her lap she would have had to change them (she calls him her little “Swiffer Sweeper”.)
Well, that’s my Ode to Panties, I hope you enjoyed it. Bob