Ed’s writing. I’m quiet
Ed is downstairs writing. The children are abed. I met my deadline (mostly) today and now have to fold four loads of laundry before sleeping because I’ve done my trick of dumping all the clean clothes on the bed so that I must fold them before I can get into bed. While I sometimes think that I should just crawl into bed anyway (hey! all those clothes will keep me warm) I don’t think that Ed would be too thrilled to come upstairs and find an enormous heap of clean clothing on the bed and me, mole like, burrowing beneath them.
Perhaps a small glass of something will make the time fly. And the clothes fold themselves.
Speaking of which, absinthe is all legal now, you know. (I’m not going downstairs to pour absinthe, though. Probably ginger wine or port. Anyway.) A writer in today’s NYTimes came over all lyrical about it, in an amusingly un-Timesy sort of way. So many writers, poets and artists have fallen under its thrall that the drink suggests mad genius. It does seem a wonderfully romantic thing to drink and I’d be more inclined if it didn’t taste of aniseed. Although if it makes the clothes fold themselves, I’ll drink it happily.
And while we’re (I’m) ranting about alcohol, what’s with the 12% alcohol beers? I’ve been to nice local people’s houses twice in central PA now and both times they could not offer me a normal beer. Either sparkling beer water or Mad Elf. Seriously. What is with that? 12% is wine, people. Malt liquor. Mad Dog. It’s not beer. If you want to drink for the drunk, go ahead but do it on something that’s supposed to have heapo alcohol in it, like moonshine. Or gin.
Last year, Ed was just leaving on the interview that eventually brought us here. I can hear my apprehension in that post. It’s deeply unsettling to read it and then to look around me. But I’m getting used to that feeling by now.
I’m going to have to go back and read up on your past posts….
maybe when life slows down.
(guffaw!) By the way, I’ve slept under clean washing before. It does keep you warm, but it’s a yucky feeling in the morning when you look at the bed. It’s all unkempt and (dare I say it?) sluttish.
I guess I’m just not that kind of girl!
I often resort to that trick, but it ends with me sweeping the clean laundry onto the cleanish floor before I hit the sack. There are times when I’m so tired I cannot fold, even with a nice glass of something.
Mart went to the store the other day for beer and came back ranting about these specialty brews with ultra-high alcohol and matching prices. If you want to tie one on, hard liquor is far more cost effective.
i, too, have used piles o laundry to keep me warm. or, kept warm, as an excuse not to fold. anyway…what in the world is ginger wine?
I have a photo of me sleeping on the floor at college while my clean laundry slept on my bed. My mother was aghast!
I’m not familiar with absinthe–might have to research that one.
I’m surprised your clean laundry is dumped on your bed. Doesn’t it get wrinkled???
Very Smart!!! Dumping the clean clothes on the bed…
“The Folding Enforcer!”
I do the same laundry on the bed trick. But man what a bummer if you’ve forgotten about dumping that load earlier and enter your bedroom, wiped out, eager to sleep, late at night!
BTW, I thought I was the only person on this continent who likes ginger wine, but I see that is not the case: cheers!
OK, let me clue you in on something. People in Central PA don’t know Jack about good beer or wine. The state liquor stores are horrendous, too. Now, if you’d like to take a little field trip to a lovely town, Adamstown, I can recommend two wonderful diversions there. First is the excellent antiques hall at Stoudt’s brewery. Second, is the brewery itself. If you go, please have a Honey Double Mai Bock for me. Thank you.