I think most of the reason people don't enjoy folding laundry is because they haven't worked very hard to get it washed. There's something satisfying in folding a pile of clothes that you just pulled from the line after hours of drying, after hours of washing. I don't plan on doing my wash by hand on a regular basis by any means (I just didn't want to pay for gas to drive to La Porte, or a laundromat <there isn't one in Rolling anyway), but it won't bother me the next time I need to wait for the washer to get done to get going somewhere.
On a couple other notes, it's finally sunny! I hear it isn't supposed to last long. It was a dreary, dismal week. We started running laps around the driveway to dispel some of the cabin fever. First time in a year I've been able to run again (since breaking my foot awhile ago from rugball). I appreciate my body a lot more now, for having to wait a year for it to work properly again. They (whoever 'they' is) say that you spend five years of your life waiting (in line, at traffic lights, for your little brother to get out of the bathroom, for the wash to finish). I think it's actually quite a bit longer than that if you count things like waiting for healing, personal growth, for people to grow up, for kids to move out of the house so you can get back to the rest of your life. I don't know what that says about life, but I think it makes people either better for it, or just plain bitter.
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