Dryers are not common. Every apartment building has an open roof where people hang their wash to dry. Unfortunately for me, it is up another flight of these steep, slightly slanted cement stairs with no handrail and the thought of walking up carrying a basket of wet wash is daunting.
I have a clothes “wire” strung across the back porch. They gave me six clothespins, but I’m sure I can get more somehow. Of course, the wire is somewhat rusted and will probably stain my clothes. The sun does shine on the porch for several hours in the morning, there is a constant breeze, and the air is particularly dry.
An unsolicited dryer showed up here the other day. There wasn't really any place for it, so it's sitting in the 2nd bedroom and vented into the second bathroom, not the window, mind you, just the bathroom.
So I’m washing clothes about every 3rd day because that is all the room there is in the washer and on the line. I won’t really need all that underwear that I brought. I’m thinking about the extra roll of toilet paper I could have packed.
On an unrelated washing machine note, I saw ads for a 'unisex' washing machine while in the airport in Delhi. On checking into it, I found that this is a new ploy to get men to do the wash at home. When washing machines first came out, all the buttons were simplified because women were too 'stupid' to understand how to use them. Now it seems that men are too 'stupid', thus, the unisex washing machine.
I promise I will never complain about the functionality of my washer machine. : )
ReplyDeletewow, this is where your creative juices on how to accomplish those basic tasks the easiest and best way comes into play. missing u, vida
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