NORMAN — It’s very rare that I sit at my desk on any given work day and fantasize about doing laundry. Very rare. But on Thursday, that’s exactly what I was doing.
I have a very dear friend that likes to make up fun names for each day. One day might be Wonderful Wednesday, and sometimes it’s a Magical Monday. Not as creative, but last week I had a Tumble Dry Thursday.
I remember very distinctively buying my first car. It was red, and I don’t think I’d ever been so proud to drive down the streets. Then there was the brief moment of showing it off to friends. And I can’t forget all of the car washes. I think I might have washed at least one layer of paint off of that car before I’d ever even made the first payment.
But not everything we purchase in life has that much meaning. Last weekend, for example, I went online and made a few clicks here and there and purchased my very first washing machine.
There was very little fanfare, and my husband and I didn’t celebrate. The price tag was modest, but still it was a lot of money to spend on something I couldn’t drive and that I couldn’t wear. And I definitely wouldn’t be inviting all of my friends and family over to see the new washing machine. Something tells me that people don’t really want to come to my washing machine open house.
But then the anticipation built up. It was going to take a few days for the washer to get from some warehouse in who knows where to my house.
I tried not to think much about it and we kept pushing along with a 30-plus-year-old washing machine until Tumble Dry Thursday came along.