Blog blog blog, here I go!
Ok, the purpose of this blog is to write about some of the boring and mundane things in life, because sometimes the boring and mundane are actually kind of exciting if you choose to see them this way.
That is my excuse for not writing about Kevin as my first item on my list. He's the best thing in my life, by far. But he is not one of the boring and mundane things, so he probably won't get an entire entry devoted to him.
For example, today's blog is about water. Specifically, it is about the water in my washing machine. I just moved into a house where our landlord had bought a new washer/dryer. I don't know if it was on purpose or just cheap, but it seems to be a low water usage washer. It always seems a little wasteful when you have like 3 items to wash and you have to fill up the whole washer! But this is a front-loading washer, and it doesn't even fill very much at all. It just sloshes the clothes around in enough water to make them clean and sweet smelling.
And speaking of clean and sweet smelling, is there anything to compare to the smell of fresh laundry (fresh as in just finished drying). Whether I put it in the dryer with a scented dryer sheet or hang them out to dry on the line, they smell so good when they're done! That's how I know the washer isn't broken. My laundry gets clean. It just doesn't waste water.
And speaking of drying on the line, I'm super happy about my clothesline. My mom bought it for me a couple years ago when I asked her to get me some clothespins (which she also bought, btw). Even though I didn't need it at the time, I'm glad I have it now that I strung it up between two trees in my yard.
Seriously, stepping in to my yard is like stepping back in time. I have a laundry line. I have no dishwasher. Our house is over 70 years old. We have a cellar. I make applesauce like a mad fiend. Life is great.
3 comments:
Chelsea, the mad applesauce-making fiend. Somehow that image just blows my mind.
You do have a cute house, but I'm sure glad your mom could guide us there when we brought her up, because I think it must be the hardest place to give directions to in all of Provo! Let's see. Go down to the end of the street and turn into the driveway. Then down toward the end, turn left on the smaller driveway, and over the bridge, and it's the small, gingerbread-looking house. For sure you're not overrun with people just dropping by.
Keep posting!
Br. Foreman
Hey, it's just a small bridge! :)
Yeah, we have trouble having people over, especially at night if they've never been to our house before. We tell them it's the tiny house in the middle of the big field, but they still have a little trouble taking that leap of faith it requires to leave the beaten path and go off-roading for a while before you find our house.
She is an apple sauce making fiend. She actually introduces herself as "the apple sauce girl."
Sadly, we are out of a supply of free apples, so she will have to find a new way of defining herself.
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