When we last left our heroine, she was anticipating the arrival of her hosuehold goods several days hence. As the morning of the big day dawns, she reviews the events of yesterday. She remembers dropping off a bag of loan closet items to ACS, and then attending the AFSC luncheon where she bought 50 yards of fabric. It is a pleasant memory, especially the price, $100. She knows some people would look askance at such extravagance, but others would understand the value and nod approvingly. Last night, she soaked, washed and tried to dry most of that fabric, but alas, the dryer would not cooperate. What to do? Well, what are husbands for, if not to handle such trivia so that their wives can move on to more important matters? He'd be back soon, she knew. Perhaps too soon. Why, she had an entire apartment to arrange in his absence. And maybe a few things to insure would 'get lost' in the move.
Ah, but time is getting short now, and she must finish a few details. The dressers have been emptied, the tables cleared. One bed has been stripped. The plan had been to stuff the bed clothes into the washing machine, but with the dryer not preforming its duties, that would have to wait. The apartment came with a drying rack on the porch, but it was, she reflected, covered in bright, damp fabrics. Fabrics which will need pressing. She groaned. Well, time to get started putting away the last few items that might get in someones way. After all, one can't spend all day writing to one's blog.
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