sustainability.

for once, i'm not talking about the planet.*

my life is unsustainable. look at this poor blog, so neglected, such a wasteland of communication for the last two months. it seems like i'm doing a bad job at everything - taking care of my patients, keeping in touch with my friends, getting to the barn, changing my oil, and cleaning the house. oh, cleaning the house.

the thing is, i like clean houses and sometimes i like cleaning. however, i do not like it more than, say, sleeping. more than anything, i hate laundry. i hate lugging it down the stairs, i hate having to have cash to put on my laundry card (no $1 bills, $20 is a risk because what if you then lose the card, LIKE I JUST DID), i hate needing two hours of uninterrupted time to get it done with out some lunatic huffing at me because i was ten minutes late getting to the dryer. i hate. it. all.

this is why i have moths.

a long time ago, when i lived in williamstown (nostalgic sigh), the laundromat had a pickup and dropoff service for laundry. some day, i thought. some day. of course, when i was 23, i also imagined my late 20's as a time of relative wealth and glamour, possibly with a husband and child. HAH.

so anyway, why am i rambling like this? well, sometimes when i drive down towards the target, i drive past a laundromat here that has a "wash, dry, and fold" service for 75 cents per pound. i don't know how much a pound of clothing is, honestly, despite trying to gauge it by hefting my hamper around, but at this rate i spend $3.50 to wash and dry a load here, so if that load weighs about 5 pounds, i'd come out even.

so f*ck it, i'm having someone else do my laundry.
and with that, i venture out with my first hamper of clothes.

*talk to my poor boyfriend, though, who got the silent treatment for half of game 7 the other night for continuing to bring me bottled water even though the tap water is perfectly good. sorry, that was crazy of me.