For a very temporary resident in this desert laundry day requires finding a friend who has a washing machine and possibly a dryer. The friend wasn't in, so I chased her down at the communal coffee table
of Lean who tries to keep this small town together. Like in redneck country the washer and the dryer stands outside under a tin roof. Part of the back wall had been taken out because a beehive had installed itself in the wall of the house, honey making drip marks on the siding. Hot or cold water, not that simple, but finally all works. Then the dryer, and old Maytag from a Laundromat, one put in 3 quarters and waits. Talking and listening and rabbits and a roadrunner made the waiting short.
As you can gather from the pictures the sun, aided by the wind and some artwork, had to do the rest.
Fluffing and folding of the travel gear done by your blogger while remembering that a lady living in town told me one day that when she first rode into town, I had the laundry out somewhat like this and that she thought: in such a town I want to live...
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