THE LAUNDRY SITUATION GOT DESPERATE, so Bish filled three big bags and took it all to a laundry. This is awful. It hasn’t happened for about seven years. I’m very touchy about my laundry. The idea of a stranger mixing colors and ruining my sparkling whites…
It never happens, of course, it always comes back spotless and beautifully ironed and folded. My youngest thinks this is the time to sell the washing machine. I don’t know why she thinks this is so important. She must be afraid I’ll go back to doing the washing myself again. She’s quite right. Best thing to do is to take away the washing machine so I won’t be tempted.

I think Bish is a domestic goddess…er…god.