Rogi Kills Self; Film At 11!

gawd damn, when am I gonna learn I'm a nearly 50 year old gimp woman?

Porky & I were coming back from the convenience store with some Pepsi.

I saw the landlord of some buddies of mine, with his wife, wrestling a washing machine down the street to put out front of their house. Guess they dragged it out the back, thru the alley, down the side street, to get it out front!

They were taking the feet off when I got to them. They said the tenant complained it left lint on their clothes, so they were replacing it.

Well, I know that means 1 of 2 things: the discharge tube is too high to pump all the water out, or the pump and/or tube have lint in them and need cleaning.

I took Porky home. I changed out of my caftain and into a t-shirt, shorts and high top running shoes. I grabbed my dolly and headed back.

I dragged that bastard uphill for two blocks. When I got to the alley, some passing people helped me drag it through the alley to just outside my gate.

I unhooked the old washer and dragged it out.

The ground is sandy, wet from last night's rain. I had HELL to pay, getting that "new" washer in position and getting the hoses all hooked up. I also shoved a garden hose up the discharge hose to flush it out.

But, of course, I couldn't rest after that; I washed a blanket.

It's hanging up to dry. There's no lint on it, and the washer took almost all of Porkchop's wiry, stiff short hairs out of it.

THEN, I grabbed Porky's leash, got my wallet and went to the package liquor store. It's my 2nd stop there since I moved in 7 months ago.

He insisted I make a minimum purchase of $10, although I only wanted 4 tall boys of beer. So, I got a flask of bourbon, too: should be enough to last all year, the way I drink. I think he said it was a pint?

So, Porky's at my feet in the bed. I'm buck naked, smoking a cigarette, with a barely-sipped beer beside me, watching a movie. It's about a transvestite white boy, his black girl buddy (who lets him wear her clothes). Shirley McClain is in it; so's Gary Sinese (sp.?) and that gal who always plays bimbos...Tilly somebody...

I scarfed down a chicken leg, because breakfast was at 6am this morning.

I am planning to spend the rest of the day moving as seldom as possible.

The old washer had a cracked pump housing that leaked, probably from being outside and freezing. The water level cut off switch didn't work anymore. And I had to keep jamming little pebbles into the agitator gears, because the teeth were too worn to connect. But I got that washer to work for two damn years!

I'm going to cannibalize the old one for parts. I'll fill the old drum and the "collander" with dirt and fill with plants. The agitator will be a bird bath stand. The housing will be a dog house....I'm tearing it all down to nothing.

But not today. Today, it's sitting at the edge of my gate, in the alley. I'm too sore and tired to mess with it today.

I'm SO PROUD of myself! That's my FIFTH free washing machine, in ten years!

I'm high fiving myself!

Oh, my gosh! Kathy Bates is in this movie! She's playing a nun at a spelling bee in the kids' Catholic school!
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I have a new hero: BRUNO. You absolutely, positively MUST VIEW this movie to understand ME!
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I just went in the bathroom to pee. I smelled laundry water. I had just put a bunch of dirty laundry in a big, plastic tub (like a giant laundry basket, but solid) to soak. I was going to wash it all out by hand. I haven't been able to do laundry, except to boil clothing in my turkey roaster, on my hot plate, for two months.

I smelled that soapy water and thought, "now, I can just pour the water into the machine, toss in the clothes, and let the MACHINE do the work!" I laughed 'til I cried!

Of course, I'll haul the buckets-full of soapy water out to the machine; I don't waste water. I don't waste soap. I don't waste, period. So, it'll have to wait a day or two, 'til I recover from today's hard work. That's ok.

CLEAN CLOTHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!