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Sun, Don't Let Me DownJanuary 02, 2006 This morning upon waking I looked out the window and saw a smudge of red-orange light in the general direction of Vineyard Haven harbor. Good sign: I seriously need to do laundry (am about to run out of semi-clean socks, even though I splurged on three new pairs of heavy-duty socks last week), the weather has been dicey at best, and there's currently no dryer on the premises. Mind you, I rarely used the faltering old dryer when it was still down there, but it came in handy when gloomy weather outlasted my underwear supply. So I consulted Weather Underground. Not-so-good sign: 70% chance of rain today. Rhodry woke up around 9 and decided it was time for a walk. Sun was still out. Sun in sky trumps forecast of rain: laundry is now in the washer. If the rain shows up, I'll bring the wash in and hang it on the stepladder. Socks dry pretty fast. Once out in the sunlight, I couldn't help noticing that my apparel looked even more thrift shop than usual. Only the mostly red sweater actually came from the thrift shop. The burgundy fleece vest was a Christmas present last year, and the cords were part of my recent haul from L.L. Bean; can't remember what the color's called -- dark currant, maybe? -- but it goes rather garishly with red and burgundy, already a daring combination. They better build that bridge to Woods Hole, in case I need a bridge to live under. All the local bridges are over water, and even when the water isn't unusually troubled, it's still pretty wet. 11:15 a.m. Just hung out second, smaller load -- horse laundry and jeans. Sky's clouding over, but sun's hanging in: still decent drying weather. One sock went AWOL but was found hiding behind the hamper, too late to make the second load, however. 12:40 p.m. Putting my contacts in before heading out to do errands and go to the barn, I noticed that my mock turtleneck is lavender, so you can add that to my crimes against sartorial color coordination -- or my resistance to prescribed patterns: you choose. 5:32 p.m. No rain, but not much sun or breeze either. Some drying went on before I brought everything in after I got home from the barn -- almost an hour past sundown. Most of the laundry is now artfully arranged on my stepladder. I expect to slide my feet into clean, dry socks in the morning. Guess I should wash my feet too . . . ? P.S. My formerly stupid watch is now ticking again, thanks to the visiting watch-fixer at Mardell's. I asked if the watch-fixer could maybe replace the stem on my other stupid watch, the one that keeps ticking but insists on remaining about 2 hours and 15 minutes behind local time. Nice Mardell's lady said she wasn't sure but bring it in anyway; if watch-fixer couldn't do it, they'd send it back to Timex and make them do it. Does my little heart good to know that some broken things can be fixed.
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