A few months ago, since the weather started to get warmer, I’ve been placing my laundry on a clothesline to dry in my backyard. I haven’t started up my old energy-hog dryer once in that time. Ironically, my washer is the one on the verge of a meltdown. It leaks water from the bottom, and I’ve figured since I only do maybe 1-2 loads a week (you wear a lot less clothes when you don’t have to leave the house for work…I’m just sayin’), that I could get by with a little leakage and cleanup every time (the washer/dryer are in my basement). Well, the leak is getting larger, and it’s just time to fix it. In lieu of fixing it though, I figured I’d try washing some clothes in the bathtub. Hey, it works. Amazing!

I’m convinced that I’m using less water and certainly less electricity doing it this way, plus I’m giving my arms quite a workout in an attempt to replicate the little washer movements. Lord knows I need all the workout I can get. So I’m very excited about this Little House on the Prairie-ism I’m doing with my clothes now.

In other news, the job is going great and I’m enjoying it very much. My garden is rebelling against me, but I do realize that plants need sunlight. There’s just nothing I can do about the walls of trees that surround my yard. Oh well, I tried. I may postpone the large garden thang until I can get a house out of the suburbs (i.e. ghetto). Until then, container planting is my friend.

Also, R.I.P. George Carlin.  As inappropriate as it may be, I grew up on George Carlin. My parents were HUGE fans and I bumped into him once on an elevator at Bally’s Casino in Vegas. Good times.