Flashback:

Wednesday, April 12. We are getting ready to drive to Manteca, but I decided that I just had to do some laundry. So, I got up extra early to fit it in (I actually thought ahead and planned this the night before!!), separated the clothes, and started the first load. Then I went into the living room to have my quite time and coffee.

So, I’m sitting there, enjoying my coffee and chat with God, and I hear this horrible noise coming from the garage. At first I just ignored it, cause I was having too much fun, but after a couple of minutes I decide it’s time to investigate. Ahh yes, it is the washing machine. And my wet soapy clothes are not going to get rinsed or spun today. Hmm, what to do, what to do?? Laundromat!!

After reporting the incident to Evan, our wonderful host, who told me how to get the to the laundromat, I set out on my Laundry Quest. But silly me, I don’t understand the directions, and end up driving all over the place with my wet clothes in the back of the van! So, I decided to drive home, and on the way I think through the instructions some more, and realize that the laundromat is on the same street as the house I am staying in!!! How stupid is that!

I got my laundry done. I feel sorry for the washine machine that died, and hope that my friends are able to fix it. The maid arrived just after I left for the laundromat, and I didn’t know she was coming, so I failed to leave a note about it. So, she repeated my mistake of putting on a load of laundry. I only wish that she had arrived earlier, and had been the one who started the fateful load that killed the machine…