Laundry day. Seriously a chore-day with neither a washer/dryer at home nor a car. Tommy loads it all up with only a few groans but dons a proud little grin as he readies himself for the ride 3 blocks to the laundromat. I think that grin means he feels redeemed, gratified, resourceful. His wink goodbye reveals his little secret reward that awaits at Cheeseboard Pizza up the way. Certainly a well-deserved side trip for the boy!
Does it sometimes feel a bit like college days? Yeah. Does it sometimes seem ridiculous or fringe compared to the masses? Maybe just a hair. Does it ever feel like too much to handle, “Nah, it’s no big deal”, he says in his usual sans-souci way of doing things. Not just cleaning clothes, this thing, but refreshing the soul with a rinse of self-sufficiency, a churning of redemption, a spin cycle of resourcefulness. Throw it all together and dry out any edges of a dampened spirit, pack it back up into a neat stack of sturdy accomplishment. And I must say, it makes me so proud to have a partner who goes along with this effort to live a life of lesser impact, whether it was inspired out of necessity or commitment doesn’t matter. It just feels good. And today, it feels fresh and clean, renewed; washed and dried with love.