MY LAUNDRY LIST

Over past two weeks or so, things at our house have been a little topsy-turvy.

Terry's been recovering from a nasty infection in her right elbow that has required a regime of intravenous antibiotics, treatments that have put the brakes to her usual frenetic pace.

And so tasks like baking and laundry, once my Xena's domain, have fallen in my lap. Actually the baking comes easily to me, the measuring of ingredients with tiny spoons a ritual that always takes me back to my childhood. But please explain the concept of sifting flour. I just don't get it.

However, the real challenge for me has been doing the laundry. Years ago, I gave it a whirl until Terry realized that I was just throwing everything in the machine at once. In my defense, I would tell her I just trying to conserve hydro. And besides, unlike my washing maven,  I really don't mind wearing white socks with a tinge of pink.

This time though, Terry hasn't taken any chances, giving me a dizzying list of laundry do's and dont's including everything from sorting (who knew that the lights had to be further subdivided into towels and delicates) to the use of detergents (the Costco brand for light loads, Woolite for the darks especially perma press). And did I mention drying rules, another litany of things to remember including the caveat to stretch out fabrics at the seams because and I quote, "the way you hang something is how it will look when you put it on."

Certainly I now have a greater appreciation for the considerable amount of time Terry spends in the laundry room. And here I thought she had a stash of chocolate bars hidden down there.

Get well quick, my love.

Until then, I just might try reducing the size of the laundry basket by giving the clothing optional thing a go. 

Now, just as Terry gave up wearing a mask, she'll have to dig out her blindfold!