I don’t think I’d been to a Laundromat since about 1969 when Tom and I lived in North Hollywood . But I could see that hooking up the dryer was not going to get done, what with John setting up his office. I’ve been able to wash small things and hang them on my racks, but I hadn’t washed my sheets in three weeks and enough was enough!
I chose one near the Starbucks which I hadn’t yet visited. It was about 2 miles out of town. Why so far? I thought Starbucks would be right in the heart of downtown. When I got there I understood: it’s not a usual Starbucks but a big beautiful building with the parking lot that slopes down to the river, and a huge deck where one can sip coffee and take in the view of the wide water and rolling hills on the far shore. I wish I
had time to sit and chat in the warm breeze, but I was on a mission.
While I did the wash, I read an article in the New Yorker about the Israeli novelist David Grossman. Two well-dressed young guys came in and talked for a long time with the girl who works the drop-off laundry and dry cleaning service. As they were leaving one of them mentioned Pao Gasol. I just blurted out, “What about Pao Gasol?”
And thus I was able to engage in a stimulating discussion about my favorite team. Turns out the guy works for the San Antonio Spurs and was in Kerrville Hawthorne
The rest of the day was spent signing escrow papers, a bitter sweet process. We took them to the UPS store to be notarized. No charge. No fingerprint required (like in California
Jane kitty was banished to the garage overnight, which allowed us to get good nights’ sleep. The Rangers beat the Yankees! And I stayed awake for most of the Laker pre-season game. I’m not as sad at the thought of Phil Jackson retiring, when I see Brian Shaw taking his place. I’ve always loved Shaw and think he’ll be a great coach.
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