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Musings from the Laundromat: Candy wrapper bug, crickets & car edition

I almost didn’t come today.

My son has been out-of-town the past week and so other than one stray sock I found of his, and Butter’s bath towel, laundry consisted of only  my items – which wasn’t much.

I came when I realized I would need underwear.

Speaking of underwear, I got my morning off to a roaring start when I realized I put the pair I’m sporting today on inside-out.  *sigh*  I wondered if it was still ok to turn them – is it like food? Is there a 5 second rule with wayward underwear?

Since I’d just got out of the shower and am hygienic anyway, I did the switch.

The upside to only having my items in the washing machine, is that I didn’t have to check pockets for paper, thumb drives or money.



I also almost didn’t ‘muse’ today – because as they say ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

But, here we go.

My car has had some issues and trust me  when I say, nothing strikes fear into my anxiety ridden heart more than ‘car issues’.

The long and short of it is it broke, was fixed – broke again.  I borrowed my son’s car which also managed to break on me.  I am car cursed.  No doubt. I shall go back to my broomstick soon if I have one more issue.

I won’t get into details – but suffice it to say, I’ve been subsiding on oatmeal, spinach and peanut and jelly sandwiches.  Money doesn’t buy happiness, but it could sure as hell make having unexpected issues a little less painful on the pocket-book.

The second fix I could not afford and had to do what I’m REALLY not good at – accept help.  Thanks mom.

Hate knowing I owe somebody something – but transportation is necessary.

Wishing this tow guy could just follow me around everywhere at this point.


Next topic – ‘Cute bug and Candy Wrapper’

Early in the week I went to fetch the office mail – it’s a small little walk to some cluster boxes.  I take the opportunity to check on my pigeons (who I’m glad to announce, are rebuilding their nest. HA!)

Meandering back – I noticed a bug on a curb, nestled up against a Starburst candy wrapper.  (my favorite flavor too – the pale pink – whatever the heck flavor that is)


I rushed in to grab my ipad and scurried back out to take a picture.


It wasn’t until closer inspection that I noticed things weren’t as they seemed.  Instead of a bug being fond of a candy wrapper and snuggling up with it – it was a piece of litter and a dead bug.

Hey – to anyone that says I am a pessimist – remember this bug story! (Mom) I had such a great back story for the bug too!  It was so freaking adorable in all its pink wrapper snuggling.

We did have a lovely bug story happen later that week at work though.

We’ve been hearing chirping.  Cricket chirps and tried several times to find the source.

Last week we found it.

As an ‘Office Warming’ gift, we were given a plant.  I’ve been caring for it and it’s thriving.  (shocking considering my black thumb).

Anyway, one of the owners pulled the plant out of its basket and told me to come look.

The basket was sealed in plastic – and UNDER that, were at least a dozen little crickets!

They must have been born between the wicker and the layer of plastic.

“Let’s cut them free!”

We did – and as the owner let them outside I was overjoyed.

It was their first time out!   The owner joked as we watched them head in different directions “I found a leaf!”  voicing the one he was watching.

I named my cricket Mr. Nobbleheimer.  I haven’t seen him since.

I’ll keep my eyes peeled for him though.  I wonder what amazing outdoor things he’s discovered.

Probably by now he’s stumbled upon the candy wrapper bug – I hope he was momentarily charmed by it.


Musings from the Laundromat: Little Basket, Blue Ticket and Panty Lines

8:15 a.m.

The ground is wet outside from a recent storm that passed through our thirsty desert – the sky is clear, birds are singing – and I’m sat in an almost empty laundromat at a table that is always my 3rd choice to perch at.

There is a couple at the ‘umbrella table’.  I regarded them as I stuffed two washing machines to their capacity.  (I was stuffing mostly because I was too lazy to stop half way through and go back to the ‘Value Transfer Machine’ and add more money to my laundry card.) As I was doing this, another couple came in the back door.

“Still here huh?”

“Yeah” said the umbrella table couple.

I wanted to interject some sarcasm – but kept my head down and stuffed.   Why do we do that?  Confirm that people right in front of us are, in fact, actually there?  Or ask acquaintances that we see in a grocery store or a bank “Hi!  What are you doing here?”

8:30 a.m.

I noticed this little tiny laundry basket unattended when I first sat down.


Can you see it?  Barely?  That’s how little it is.  I sat and wondered, while typing, who the owner of the basket was and how much laundry could possibly fit in it to warrant a trip here.

I mean seriously, compare the hangers to the basket and probably, what,  only 5 shirts?

Mystery was solved for me.

There are now bags on the folding table as the owner of the little tiny basket returned.


That’s more than 5 shirts.

The basket was a red herring.

He’s back outside in his car now – not before bending over at the dryers and giving me an eyefull that made a very clear point that Mr. Little Basket needs a belt.

8:40 a.m.

Time to check my washing machines.

8:45  a.m.

They were finished.  And I ended up making that trip to the ‘Value Transfer Machine’ after I also stuffed the driers and realized they would need more time to successfully dry my stuffings.

Why do I have so much laundry today??  Nic must have worn every pair of jeans, shorts and t-shirts he owned last week.  OR (and this is probably closer to the truth) I’ve just washed clean clothes that somehow returned to his hamper.

I found these in his pockets – another mystery!


The receipt is for Carls Jr. – no mystery there – but the ticket!  Hmmm … wonder when he got that.  Is there a prize on the line?  Or did it grant him access to a meal somewhere.  And if it is food related, why is he going to Carls Jr. and blue ticket places without me?

8:55 a.m.

Okay, since I’ve shared about other’s laundry,  I’ll tell you a funny story about me.

Yesterday I was getting dressed while half awake – and as I was walking from the closet to my master bathroom, I noticed something in the mirror.

You know I’ve been working out, and I’m actually seeing results.  There are muscles on my belly where no muscles have been before.  It’s really quite exciting.

So I’m walking – and noticing – and my eyes widen and I think “Oh!  That is a LOT of definition!’

I got closer to the mirror and felt like a complete idiot.

Here is a photo of what I saw (only much blurrier in reality)


It was the string of my underwear.

Hey!  From across the room it looked an awful lot like that ‘V’ I see on muscle-y people going from their hips on down!

I laughed pretty hard at that before I took the photo.

9:05 a.m.

Time to wrap this up and do the ‘Drier Dance’.  This is when I snatch dry items out, while leaving the damp items in to continue on their tumble,  and shuffle back and forth to the folding tables.

Oh!  Thought you’d like to see how capable ‘Little Basket’ was of holding things.

This looks like a complete set of bedding!


Morals of today’s musings:

Never judge a man by the size of his laundry basket

If someone is right in front of you, they’re probably there

Underwear is not a muscle.