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Musings from the Laudromat: Meditation, Math & the answer is Yellow Edition

This is truly a beautiful sight …

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No, not the man in the hat, although, I’m sure he’s a lovely person.

It’s just such a relief to have had the pick of the washing machine litter.

No sign of glaucoma man – so I am sitting in peace and quiet, enjoying the hum of the machines and gentle whoosh of the air conditioning – while gazing about at the few patrons.

It’s funny how this place has become something I look forward to when I once dreaded the trip.

The sounds are calming – the scent of detergent and softeners are soothing.  It’s like a little vacation.  Laundry meditation if you will.

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Just stepped outside for a moment and was captured into a fitted sheet conversation with an older man.

“Let me ask you something.”

I turned my gaze from the quiet highway to his weathered face.

“I just bought a queen sized mattress for my 5th wheel – it’s 6 foot 2 inches long and about five feet across …”

At this point, I’m wondering if he’s winding up for a word math problem, and I’m starting to panic, because I never did know how long it would take a train to get from one place to another if Johnny had 10 apples and Martha needed change after sharing a hotel room with three of her friends after tipping the damn bell hop.

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You know, THOSE word problems.

So, I hold my gaze and pray I know the answer.

“It’s about this thick (gestures with hands) Do I have to get special fitted sheets?”  (Phew!)

“No, not if it’s that thick.”

Continued my very helpful answer with a few store suggestions after he mentioned going to one of the pricier places in town.

“See you inside!” I said – a little chirpier than necessary.  I think I was still glowing from getting the answer right.

He’s folding his quilt now, and it’s a chaotic lump of a decent attempt.

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Meditation time is over … just had a small child in a yellow top put his yellow dump truck in my yellow laundry cart and start to make off with it – along with my purse.

“I’m SO sorry!”  Said small childs mom.

“That’s ok – he’s having fun.”

Good thing he can’t talk – because I don’t have any more answers today.  He might have needed to know how long it would take his dump truck to reach another cart if he added a juice box  into the mix.

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