Does Indian Jones Do Laundry?
Something
you don't see in all those action adventure movies: the leading role
calling for a cease fire in the battle between good and evil to add
fabric softener to the rinse cycle. sadly...in reality, even the best
adventures must be put on hold if one is to live them out in clean
underwear.
There
was no way of topping yesterday. I embraced the fact and deemed it
laundry day. The laundromat wasn't particularly exciting. No cross
dressers handing out Harley shirts...no creepy dude in the corner
watching you fold your underwear. Just me and Sam Flatt (“Fake
News” thriller by author Jerry Hatchett) unfolding the cyber clues
that will ultimately lead to the shocking plot twist at the very last
chapter.
There
were more 'out of order” dryers than the week before. Fortunately –
there weren't nearly as many people fighting over the few available.
I didn't have to wait to swap from washer to dryer. The folks that
came in after me weren't so lucky. My clothes dried with 15 minutes
to spare on the dryer timer. A tall kid who looked to be fresh off
the Team Roping circuit had the same expression on his face as I had
last week waiting for a dryer to open. I took pity on him same as a
lady took pity on me last week. I pulled my clothes out of the dryer
and saved it for him. Relief washed over his face as he thanked me
and joked “We could probably make a pile of money by setting up a
clothes line out back.”
I
stopped at Safeway for groceries before heading back to Aquila. The
Tuesday flea market was in full swing. I swooped in to see if the
denim jacket I saw last Tuesday was there. It was not. Maybe next
year. I made one last stop at the post office and the dollar store
just because. I was going to miss everything about this little town.
Everything but Pa and Boy...but everything else!
Dave
came home from...well, roping of course and Patty and Cindy shortly
after. The girls (Patty, Cindy and Rachael) had taken a road trip up
to Yarnell and hiked the memorial trail. I stayed behind not wanting
to get car sick for three days. They had a great time and should be
proud of themselves for hiking over 6 miles straight up and straight
down.
Dave,
Cindy and I went to the Coyote Den for dinner. I wasn't really hungry
– but I wanted to visit one more time before heading north in a few
days. Man...I was really going to miss everything about this little
town...except maybe Pa and Boy...but everything else, for sure.
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