Ring of Kerry
22.03.2015 - 22.03.2015
I knew when I opened my eyes this morning that I'd slept far too well and far too late. It felt so good. I rolled over and grabbed the curtain in our room and pulled it back to find that our window revealed a beautiful view of the Atlantic Ocean! The laundry line on our patio already had clean clothes hanging, which was exciting, as this is the first house to have a washer and a dryer. Wait... Why are we hanging clothes if we have a dryer? Maybe Luke was going for that super fresh smell and extra crispy (or stiff) wind-blown feeling?
As good fortune would have it, our cottage is equipped with a futuristic machine called a Turbodryer 1000 Elextrolux, which is a fancy combination of a washer / dryer with an evil mind of its own. You'll see the photo when I post, but the menu for it gives you an alphabet letter for every option of wash or dry that you might like to dream up. Those with an imagination, a love for laundry, and way too much time on their hands could have ball! On the other hand, my mom's laundromat, with its combination of efficiency and one-button simplicity, would make a killing over here! Here's an example: (A) - Whites & Prewash, (B) - Whites, (C) - Fast Coloureds, (D) - Nonfast Coloureds... (J) - Iron Dry Cottons, 70 minutes, (L) -Worn Once, (S) - Drain, (V) - Cappuccino with whip, etc. You get the idea.
Our first load was soaking wet after its wash and the dryer's steam didn't make matters better. We read through the menu and thought maybe we should ask for a side order of rinse, spin, and drain next time. Regardless, that batch was now hanging on the line on the patio. I decided to problem-solve in the most sensible way I knew how, which was to revert to my behavior analyst credentials, conduct an observation session, and collect some data. I pulled a chair up in front of Turbo, put another load in, and started my washer watching on Cycle C. About an hour later, I had made three significant conclusions: (1) someone had left a piece of gum in their pocket, (2) the "spin" cycle involved one quick forward loop and one quick backward loop, leaving more water on the clothes than I can drink in a year, and (3) Turbo and I are no longer speaking, as he wouldn't event open his door for my glaring eyes and feisty fists. Needless to say, we lit ourselves up a lovely fire in our open fireplace, hung wet clothes on every possible surface, and settled in to spend a very lazy Sunday sprawled out on the couches, catching up on rest, and attempting to dry every piece of clothing that we now had soaking wet. No better day to stay home than this!