Today, being Monday, is laundry day. After approximately a year and a half the new washers and dryers were finally installed 2 weeks ago. Pluses and minus here, and the whole thing was a huge f-up going back, oh a year and a half. I really felt sorry for Management – they’ve been banging their heads against this for, oh, a year and a half. Easy. Maybe longer? It’s not just dealing with a screw-up of a company but hundreds of angry residents. Many of whom are professional whiners. 

When we first moved here there were top load, old fashioned washers and you had to buy tokens from the front desk. Then they switched to front loaders and both washers and dryers were installed on pedestals. You had to buy a card to operate the machines and there was a machine in the rear building entrance that you used to add money to your card. 

Now – we have an app! Of course we do. Also you can use a credit card or a laundry machine card, refillable with cash like the old cards (but it is a new machine and was inoperable for a week after the new washers/dryers went in – the old people in the building were up in arms.)

I’ve used the app (we got a $5 credit when we signed on to it), I’ve used a credit card, and I’m currently going old school with a cash-refill-laundry card (which we got for free with $5 credit on it). Usually the laundry cards are $5 to buy but Management ‘negotiated’ free cards for every household because of a year and a half of screw-ups.

I like the app because a) you can see if the washers/dryers of your choice are available and b) you can check how much time is left on a cycle – 

East Wing Floor 3 laundry room status (this is my preferred laundry room because it is just steps away from my apartment).

This morning’s folding the laundry song was – God Bless America? Seriously, Grace? Usually it is a hymn. I don’t know the whys and wherefores of how my brain picks a laundry room song – I just find myself humming – and there you go.

I am the least patriotic person you could possibly find. I give not a fig about the USA; actually I am rather unfond of the country. I have no attachments to it at all. I could live in any English speaking, first world country and probably be far happier. 

Yes, it has to be a first world country because I am old, not in the greatest health and accustomed to high-speed internet. English speaking because I am too old to learn a new language and I think if you live in a country you speak that language. If I were younger and healthier it might be a different story. Ok, yes it would be a different story.

Did I ever tell you the story about my half-assed attempt to move to Europe was I was 19?