Yesterday morning I asked Dennis what he had planned for the day.
"I'm going to do laundry," says he, "I need to catch-up on the news."
This isn't as strange as it sounds. See, we don't subscribe to cable TV, so we don't get televised news. In fact, we get no television programs at all. Which suits us fine. We watch movies, documentaries, painting videos. . .stuff like that.
So where does the laundry come in? Well, our apartment doesn't have a washer and dryer, so Dennis takes our laundry to the laundromat. Which has a television. On which the news is broadcast to the patrons. Get the picture? (No pun intended.)
I appreciate the fact that my husband is willing to go to the laundromat every week. Personally, I hate it. I mean I really hate it. To mean it's an utter waste of time and completely unnatural to take your laundry for a drive every seven days. Especially in the snow and cold. Come on. You know I'm right.
As soon as Dennis and I buy a house, we're getting a washer and dryer and I'm taking back the laundry duties. Believe me, I'm fine with this. Because while our clothes are happily swishing around in the proper water temperature, or joyfully tumbling in the not-too-hot dryer, I'll be doing something else. In our own home. . .
But it won't be watching the news.
Strength and dignity are her clothing,
And she smiles at the future. -- Proverbs 31:25