We dried our clothing the old fashioned way.  We hung them up on the rail of the shower bar.  My wife was amazed:  let them hang there long enough–they eventually dried.  Our drier did not work.  We have been waiting on a back-ordered part for weeks now going on months.  It was a Maytag and we finally complained to its master company, Whirlpool.  The letter was dated almost three weeks ago and we have not heard from them.  We even included our E Mail address.  Whatever happened to good customer service?  Of course, this was the way clothing was always dried before the advent of electricity and driers.  It was now winter time and we could no longer dry it on the clothes line we had set up in the yard.  Thank God our washer still worked.  You have to do, what you have to do.  You need clean, dry clothing.  My wife, though, liked doing the laundry.  I just had to put away my own clothing.

Now I am doing the wash.  She spotted a gigantic spider near the washing machine and alerted me.  It was on the side wall and I tried to trap it and cover it with a large ash tray so I could safely release outside but it evaded my capture.

It had a large head and feet that must have been two inches long.  I don’t like spiders myself but I was running out of underwear and pants so someone had to do the wash.  Every time I went in the vicinity I would look for it.

No luck.  I am sure it liked the dust that collected around there.  And I certainly was not going to try to flush it out.  It was up to me to do the wash.  My wife was not going anywhere near there.

It was one small thing:  my dirty socks were sometimes inside out but finally she started complaining about it for she did the laundry and had to make them right side out.  Finally I made sure the dirty socks I placed on the dryer were right side in.

It was a small thing but marriage is composed of many small acts.  Things you work out between you.  And every marriage is different.  It was important to her that I not place my dirty socks inside out on the dryer so I did it.  Little things matter.