Finally Cleaning All The Clothes (Maybe)

I think that the clothes in the dryer right now, as I type this, is the sixth load of laundry I have done in the last three days.  I try to be a stickler when it comes to following the washing and drying instructions.  Not only do you need to separate whites and darks (hey, don't give President Elon any ideas!!), you then have to separate them from whether it's supposed to be washed in warm water or cold.  Then you need to know whether it can be dried at a low setting or a medium one.  And then you have to worry about those "gentle cycle" pieces of clothing; they're living in a parallel universe.  Where a quick wash in warm water would be no big deal for, say, socks, no, these tops and thermal underwear need to be handled with care.  And handle it with care, dammit, or I'll slug you!

Confession: This sixth and final (maybe not -- I just have to freshen up the towels around here) load is just pieces of clothing that has something wrong with them.  They can be donated; in fact, the place I think I should go is right across the street from where my prom date was buried.  But maybe it's overkill to wash and fold clothes that you know you are going to give away.  But, maybe you want to give those clothes you're giving away, as well as the people taking care of them after I give the clothes to him/her/them, a sense of dignity, an acknowledgement that those clothing pieces did their job, kept me warm and (maybe) stylish, and for that, I am forever thankful.  It might be a pain-in-the-ass to think this way, but it's working.