On today my birthday I give thanks for my washer dryer unit my baby my husband and the state of New Mexico in no particular order. Remember in the city how we would drag garbage bags of clothes down two flights of stairs half a mile in the snow to the bright laundromat with tropical plants & Telemundo how we moaned and grumbled about the laundry every time yet amid the grey slush beneath the fluorescent lights between shots of Malört and within plasticked windows we were falling in love. On today my birthday I give thanks for the element of surprise for the patience taught by drudgery, paperwork bad weather, laundromats illness, misfortune. I give thanks for wonder and how it humbles I give thanks for that wiry little muscle of enduring that builds the house and tills the fields of any lasting happiness. I give thanks for you and the baby, who make me suffer and drown me in joy, and for my washer dryer unit.
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Another great peek into love and life 💛
This is sweet. We also have everything at home now—but I have to say I miss going to the laundromat, the ritual.