Transforming

I love my grandmother. I love her dearly. I am, however, proud that the only real things we have in common are, as she would say, "our long, sexy legs," and "our long, thin fingers." But really, that is about it in terms of the commonness. Let me convince you.

We will start with the obvious. I do not wear sunglasses inside. But that is just a minor detail. I do not smell of Lysol. I do not get people's attention by yelling out, "hey kid!" I do not think everyone is against me. I do not carry around a bottle of hairspray to shoot at bees if need be. I do not drink beer with my macaroni. I do not spy on people through their windows. I don't ask for help, get help, fire the help, and then complain that I have no help! 

So you see, Grandma and I are very different indeed. This blonde haired, blue eyed, 100% Italian woman is off her rocker. She is lovably mad. Today, I feel as though I transformed into her. A scary thought. Why you ask? Because I did what she does. I washed my entire laundry basket, by hand. 

That's right. I looked it up on the internet, found out it was done exactly how one would imagine, and got to it. Just like kneading dough; second nature to me. 

When I walk into Grandma's bathroom, there are large pieces of undergarments hanging in the tub. Yep, I had exactly that look going on today. 

Once I finished, it didn't really take that long believe it or not, I went for a run. I thought of how wonderful it was that I washed my clothes like I was living in the depression. It must be a wonderful skill to have. What for? I'm not sure, but it has to have some value. My thoughts quickly turned into, I am an idiot! Here, I just washed all of these clothes, and now I am running, getting the clothes I have on all sweaty and dirty. I'm going to need to wash them again! On top of that, I will need to shower when I am done running. Where the heck will I shower with all the clothes hanging in the bathroom? 

In becoming like my grandmother today, I washed clothes by hand and realize that I have a complete and utter lack of ability to think ahead.