So that last one was not really an especially good effort. I will try again.
What I do when I’m not writing. Also, vaguely related to a thing in a story the other week.
So just now I was trying to decide if tights should go into lingerie bags in the wash because I actually do have a little think about this every time I do the laundry. At least, when it isn’t the middle of summer.
Also, on that…. dear weather. Where the fuck is summer? Thank you.
Anyways, so tights decisions. And now you can probably work out just how completely shitty my shitty housewifeness is by figuring out when that story went up, and therefore when I last thought about this, and so when I last did laundry, and then how long it’s been…
And yes, you’d probably be right.
So tights. It is kind of a big deal. At least to me. Because you don’t want stretchy stuff getting tangled around the middle spinny bit of the machine, says me, because – at least it seems to me – then it’ll get all stretched when you pull everything out. And that isn’t going to be good for stuff, so no, we don’t want that.
But on the other hand, there’s a certain, um, crotch-sweat and other stuff aspect to tights, so I don’t know. Maybe you want them out the bag and getting washed as thoroughly as possible.
Yes, in my head “lingerie bag”, “delicate cycle” and “handwash” all mean the same thing.
So like I’ve said, shitty housewife.
Also, I just made you think about crotch-sweat. Ha!
Um, I forgot what I was….
Oh yeah, so on the other hand, internet and technology-enabled housewifing. Internet rain radars. I mean, just, fuck. You can sit inside and look on the internet and see if it’s raining and not need to go and check. Like really not go outside to check… or even look out the window… so yeah, okay, you need to be really trying to make this work, but it saves looking… um…
So really, the thing is more you can also see if it’s going to rain in ten minutes, which lets you put shit out on the line on days it might rain. And after you look at the radar a bit, you actually get a bit of a sense for how fast stuff moves around, and when it gets to you. As in, you can actually guess when it’s about to rain.
Which is just excellent!
Also, I once got away with looking at the radar, seeing slow-moving cloud, dashing to the shops, and being back before the rain started. Which was most excellently technological, I thought. I am proud of that. So go me.
Anyways, that is what I am doing right now. It is going to rain later, probably, but stuff will drip first, says me.
Also, there’s new on Wattpad, but I haven’t managed to bestir myself and put it up here yet, because way more people look there. So, um, go there. I will eventually, I promise. Probably.