I wanted to write this post yesterday, but I was sad and it didn't seem appropriate. I'm still sad (another post), but I must return to blogging rain or shine. So here's the small story of my new-found home joy.
You may know that I live in a tiny apartment that makes me very happy. I like my neighborhood. My landlord and property manager are wonderful. Heat is included in the price. It's nearly pest free. Alas, it had no laundry, and the weekly shlepping to the laundromat was getting me down. So last week, after re-upping until May, I ordered myself a...what they call a...portable washing machine. It lives in a corner then rolls over and attaches to the sink for use.
Alex and Nick from Home Depot delivered the machine on Saturday morning. Oh, she's so pretty. Alas, the faucet hook-up did not work with my kitchen sink. Needs adapter. So I wheeled it to the bathroom and proceeded to do seven loads of laundry over the weekend (had a bit of a backlog). And hung it all on my recently constructed clothesline out the side of my house. And because I live in a real city neighborhood instead of a development, I don't have a homeowners association that prohibits clotheslines (really).
So despite my city-wide search for the right faucet adapter (much easier in English than Romanian, as I know from that long day looking for an adapter for my water filter that no one in Romania sells), I am living large in the land of laundry with knickers on the line. And putting these hot days to good use.