Productivity is kind of an amazing feeling
I just wanna get it all done and have a sweet treat.
Last night I’d made a decision that this weekend was going to be for rest and getting my shit in order. And today, I kept a bit of that promise. I’d been putting off going to the laundromat (so weird it’s spelled like that) for so long, but I did it, and it actually wasn’t as bad as I thought. Fucking expensive but not bad.
So, my day went as follows. I went to scope out the laundromat to make sure it wasn’t already full, and it wasn’t. I got up made a quick list of things I needed to do laundry. Got a bad coffee and a bad sandwich from this cafe. I went to Walgreens and had to wait for customer assistance for someone to hand me some toothpaste and soap, but for some reason, the detergent was out in the open?
Then I packed up my suitcase full of clothes and walked the quickest block to the laundromat to wash clothes.
The laundromat reminds me of my mother.
During high school, when we were living in Springville, we didn’t have a washer or dryer in our apartment, so we’d go to the laundromat near our house to wash clothes. And I hated coming with her to do it because it was so boring, but I also didn’t want her to have to go alone, it’s such a long process and there’s so many weirdos at the laundromat. But every time I got there, I’d get so sick of the waiting, and my service sucked in the laundromat, so I could barely talk to my friends. I was glad I could offer her some help, though, because washing all those clothes for three people isn’t a one-person job.
So, as I sat there in the laundromat watching my clothes spin in the two triple load washers that took $4.50 (x2) to run with laundry detergent, I was unsure of if I’d put it in its right crusted orifice, listening to “Dade County Dreamin’.”
I thought about my youth and all the love I have for my mother and all the love she must have for us to be at the laundromat for all those hours just washing clothes. She has a washer and dryer at home now, but still. I thought about the Drew Barrymore music video and how fulfilling it was to be finally getting this done. (Now I just need a haircut bad.) I ended up having to make a second trip to the laundromat to wash my pants and on that second trip I had to spend 9 dollars for a small little detergent because I left mine at home, these prices were killing me like inflation wrong as hell for this. But besides that, it was pretty painless. I also had two 1956 meetings while I was there that felt pretty productive because I had my little to-do lists made.
But once the clothes were finally done. I headed home, grabbed some sushi, and started watching Problemista because I had been waiting to see it so long.
It was spectacular! I don’t know if I would say it’s campy or just whimsical. Sometimes, I think those might be the same thing in certain ways. This movie definitely made me consider it. I also was again considering family, and every time Alejandro talked to his mom on the phone, I wanted to cry. Also Tilda always gonna EATTTT and she did in this hydra white woman with a bad die job and so much grief role like I loved.
“A monument to doing what scares you and assembling yourself in the chaos.”
After that I got on my laptop and started doing more 1956 stuff because I want to finish all that this weekend. And I think I’m getting closer. The website’s almost done kind of. We have a linkin bio on our Instagram now. I’m writing out more stuff for our recruitment plan, so that’s good.
As I worked, I got a call from Autumn Dublin Darah, and we chatted for an hour or two. Ireland seems to be agreeing well with her and I’m excited to read the Google doc about the Ireland adventure. While on that call, I also ordered two hot dogs (because the one from Shake Shack yesterday got me feeling good) with this weird, sweet secret sauce, chili, chives and Parmesan. Kind of delicious, kind of crazy on the stomach.
Then, I talked to my roommate for a moment. She said I should go to the parade tomorrow, and I’m considering it, but honestly. I just want to get a haircut and chill the fuck out. Like I want to finish up all this 1956 stuff so July and August can be all about me. Plus I really need that haircut like Ryan mentioning the length of my hair gagged me so that’s now all I can think about.
Oh, I also started Nicole Kidman and Zac Efron's movie, but I probably won’t finish. And also, Ronni, I saw you said you make your story for so many people, but I didn’t make the cut. Do you hate me?
Anyway, I’m listening to the rain outside my open window and thinking about how tomorrow is a day of endless possibilities, and we will see which one I take!