Note: The Board of Directors Here at Spo-reflections were a bit puzzled by this one. The subject of laundry is of little interest to them as they lack experience. When something becomes too foul even by their standards they tend to just get new garments. There is no dry cleaners in The Time of Legends. The pokes at Someone are not to be taken too seriously; he is well over four feet and no he’s not planning on leaving despite our divided opening on the use of Chlorox for colors. Spo
I remember my father the attorney once had a case involving two parties who apparently went bezerk over an argument how the laundry was to be done. It probably wasn’t the real matter to the suit but the breaking point. However if I was on the jury I would be lenient knowing opinions on how to deal with the dirty duds is an invidious subject often leading to violence and spilled bleach. There is the ‘right way’ which is usually yours and the ‘wrong way’ which is your mate’s. This could lead to domestic violence and if all goes well divorce and setting fire to public buildings.
A while back I heard a podcast in which some great laundry expert recommended with today’s washer machine technology and garments one can usually wash everything on the ‘speed’ cycle in warm water to save time and electricity and water. The amount of needed detergent is a fraction of what the good folks at Tide tell you to use. I tested these ideas and lo! a fraction of soap in a 15 minute-long washing came out fine. Someone finds this approach nonsensical if not dangerous; when he washes clothes he sets things on the regular cycle (about fifty minutes) with cold water and a full cup of detergent. What we need is a double-blind study supervised by the UN, washing half the socks my way (the right way) and their fellows his way (the wrong way). Until science proves me right I’ve taken over the laundry – which is a mixed blessing as I am doing it the right way but dammit I am doing all the laundry.*
I am Sorting Master in charge of the clean clothes going into His, Mine, and Ours piles. Someone takes an item out of the hamper, folds it, and places it accordingly and I do it the right way: dumping the pile and first sorting them into proper taxonomy of T-shirts here and sock over there and then fold them. We tend to undo each other’s means to fold T-shirts as not acceptable to the other.**
In matters of ironing, I defer to Someone who does a much better job than I. I what I call ‘good enough’ ironing, which I do every Sunday morning until my shirts are done and hanging in the closet. He tends to iron a shirt the morning he needs it and leaves the rest in the large clothes hamper which mocks me daring me to do something about it.
I suppose I should have asked a few logical questions when I met him but now it is too late. I am Laundry Master and Sorting Master and Iron Master (sometimes) which has to be until Someone learns to do things correctly.
We have some things in common: bleach for the stinky socks and funny little pleasant smelling ‘beads’ for the Spo-shirts. Jolly good fun,
*In his defense I generate three times the amount of laundry. I regularly go to the gym and take walks and I am a dirty beast at baseline. Someone doesn’t dirty anything.
** Open my clothes drawers and you will see the socks are in semi-rolls like upside Us which allows an immediate visual inspection and ability to pick a pair from the rows. The T-shirts are folded the same way. Someone puts his Ts laying on top of each other so you only see the one on top. Oh the horror.