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|B||X||Attend Linux in the Park @1200 - 1800 map (2005.07.24 social)|
I stood in front of the washing machine and carefully read the instructions. I was no stranger to washing my clothes, preferring to hand-wash things. This was the first time I was going to use a washing machine, and only because I had sheets and towels that would have been impossible to dry in our bathroom.
Darn. Why didn't I still have Internet? I was tempted to run to a cybercafe and look up instructions for machine-washing. Yes, silly thing, but the Internet has everything. (Hey, I picked up tips for handwashing off the Internet before.) Then I thought twice about spending more time and money looking something like that up, and I decided to go with... err... figuring things out.
It was with great trepidation that I measured the appropriate amount of detergent, minding the sign on the wall that very sternly warned me not to exceed the detergent manufacturer's recommended amounts. I had previously picked out the box from a bewildering array of powder and liquid detergents because it was the only one that advertised "Color-fast!" in bright, bold letters. (Yes, humans are suckers for packaging.)
Still, I didn't want to take any chances given my partiality for red and orange tops, so I washed my white blouses separately.
Setting the washing machine to "Bright Colors" resulted in the cold wash cycle that many of my clothes needed, and I figured that my sheets and towels wouldn't complain about not being washed in a hot load. I sorely missed Internet access at that point, as I could have quickly checked the Net to see whether I should have separated my towels and sheets instead. (Note to self: must set up wireless...)
The rest of the wash was uneventful. I used my cellphone to remind me to transfer my clothes to the dryer after half an hour, and pick them pup after an hour after that. I whipped up a quick mushroom-and-cheese omelette for lunch while waiting for my clothes to dry. Surprisingly straightforward.
Keeping the no-ironing trick in mind, I folded the clothes as soon as I took them out of the dryer. I was pleased to see that most of my clothes seem to have survived the ordeal not much worse for wear, although either the dryer or the washing machine had started fraying the threads in my black socks and ever-so-nice striped red long-sleeved blouse. I guess I should wash those separately, then.
I need to look up that demo on how to fold shirts. I remember seeing a video of how to fold shirts correctly and efficiently. It's one of those lifehacks floating around. Hmm...
Go ahead. Laugh. Remember, you were a newbie once...
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