A Laundromat is a Great Place to Sort Socks and Memories, Too – Brian’s Blog

An emergency trip to our neighborhood laundromat last week reminded me why I like to spend time in those establishments.

About a week ago, I walked into the bedroom I share with my wife and discovered that one of our cats had defecated on our comforter. Maybe I should say desecrated. I'll put it this way: If a cat taking a dump on your bed were a work of art, this would have been the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel

The cat in question. Why he still lives baffles me.

The comforter on our bed is one of those big, bulky, yet washable things. It's too big to wash at home, so gathered up my supplies, got a boatload of quarters and headed to the laundromat.

It was a late Saturday afternoon and I had the place to myself. I picked one of those big industrial machines and got to work.

I love these things. they are big, high tech, and have a door on them that looks like it belongs on a submarine.

After my wash was in, I settled back to wait with a friend of mine.

After sitting there for a few minutes, I started to think about why I like hanging out in a laundromat. Maybe it's the noise, the heat and the steam. I kind of think it takes me back to the womb. When I was in college, I did some of my best studying in a laundromat. They are better than a library when it comes to reading. And you can find out some great stuff while you're there.

They are full of old magazines. I found out that actress Sally Field endured two unhappy marriages. At least that's what she said seven years ago.

You can find out about upcoming community events and entertainment opportunities. I'll have to tell Dave and Lance about this magic show.

It wasn't long before my load was dry and I was out the door. It might have just been a trip to the laundromat, but to me it was time well spent. For many reasons.

By the way, I'll be back there soon. The same cat desecrated the same comforter again Sunday.