Death of a Dream

So Greg has had this cute little fantasy floating about in his head for a few years of kicking back in a little laundromat, reading a dog-eared paperback on a quiet morning, feeling the freedom of not being tied to the drudgery of the common middle-class existence.


Turns out it wasn’t nearly as romantic as he had envisioned. We decided to give the local suds place a whirl this Sunday morning, just for kicks. That, and the boathouse on the dock is still slightly submerged from the weight of the snow (I swear it will end up floating down the river one of these days…). So off we went.

I don’t think he relaxed once during the entire process. The strange people wandering in and out had him on High Alert the entire time. I found the whole experience rather entertaining for the first 20 minutes, then rather dull and tedious the rest of the time. I think we’ll just brave the boathouse for now. Ideally, we’ll end up with a washer & dryer on board. They’d have to go in the lazarette, which requires climbing down a ladder in the aft deck. I’m slightly less than thrilled about that, but evidently knocking a hole in the bulkhead and putting a door to the laz is a fairly large (read: expensive and time-consuming – Tana knows this!) process. So Greg says that will have to wait a little while.

Meanwhile, back at the marina, there was a very strange man in an unlicensed and apparently sinking boat attempting to cut some logs loose from the remaining flood debris. He was racing about backwards & we were just waiting for him to swamp his whole boat. It seemed particularly sporty of him to attempt use of the chainsaw with the log right up against his boat. I’m no expert, but something tells me there’s a safety issue here…

7 Responses to “Death of a Dream”

  1. rob
    December 4, 2006 at 10:59 pm #

    Is there absolutely no way that you could get a “pair” vertically in your vast engine room? I guess that you must have a removable floor for engine access etc, so you might be able to drop them in? You could always say that they were for washing “warps and stay sails” and thus an essential requirement if there was any opposition :o))

  2. Greg and Jamie
    December 4, 2006 at 9:36 am #

    And BTW, Tana, Greg was ROFL at your Origami story. I *do* fold his underwear (evidently it makes him feel loved and I’m all about that), but certainly not to golfball proportions…

  3. Greg and Jamie
    December 4, 2006 at 9:33 am #

    Tim’s definitely right, Rob, and NOT just because you use ’em (I think you would actually bring your own touch of dignity to the laundromat!). There were a lot of very, very strange individuals. I’m all for punching a door from our stateroom to the laz, never mind that we have to move a tank or two!

  4. rob
    December 4, 2006 at 9:23 am #

    I agree with Tim! I use em! so he must be right? :o))

  5. Tim Zim
    December 4, 2006 at 3:48 am #

    I’d go for the washer/dryer on board option myself.I assume you have a similar problem to me, in that it will be too big to get through the watertight doors?Some cutting and re-welding seems a small price to pay for the luxury.Laundromats seem to be wierdo magnets.CheersTim

  6. rob
    December 3, 2006 at 11:22 pm #

    I guess cutting up the logs is more dangerous than I first imagined? perhaps he has a wood burner! We have a laundromat at my marina it has only two washers and two dryers but does have an ironing board, boating mags, a book exchange and a seat, Wow such luxury! Come summer you can`t get in ther to wash anything until midnight or even later sometimes. Nice to have though when its working correctly, better that its on the pontoon and only for use by the boat owners, although there are some wierd people amongst them too, boy are some of them wierd! Hark at me? I must appear wierd discussing laundromats? :o))

  7. bowiechick
    December 3, 2006 at 11:03 pm #

    Three words: Laundry drop off.We have a guy. His name is Moon Sic. I think he’s Vietnamese. Everything is perfectly folded and really it is just something I don’t have time for.My favorite thing to get back from him is my underwear. I call it Underwear Origami as he manages to fold my underwear up to the size of a golfball. He showed me how and I can never get it as tightly folded has he does. It is a good thing. Expensive but it is my small luxury.