Today was another shot at laundry. I gathered up all the dirties and separated them into three plastic bags stuffed fully...and headed off along with detergent, dryer sheets and cash to storm the laundry room on my deck 11. It's at the other end of the ship and lugging all the bags seemed to equal at least part of a Zumba workout...well, it felt that way anyhow. I opened the door marked Laundromat, wiggled my way in with my bags of dirties, and saw three women ironing and one woman stoutly, formidably, and grumpily watching over four washer/dryers. I gave a cheery "Good Morning", and no one blinked or responded. So much for Aussie wash day! I left, happy to be away from the negative atmosphere. I'll try later.
Later. I've got two machines going. One lady ironing. My stuff humming away. I was set to wash all in cold water...now if I could just figure out how cold 40C is! My nightmare would be having all my new shirts and shorts shrink! We will see what happens.
Tonight is formal night and I suspect all the other women are getting their hair done while I'm feeling a lot like Cinderella. I plan to go to the Ball, but the second seating! J is my hero who keeps me from getting too lost, and who helps me navigate the Aussie ways. And, we'll be going to the Ball together. Usually, the menu on formal evenings is something special like lobster, Beef Wellington, or fancy filet...tonight's menu seems rather ordinary. We've only eaten in the dining room once so far...too busy in the evenings, I guess.
Clothes came out fine and I realize this is a very boring post.
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