saturday is washday

someone i know tells me i am a good german peasant who always does her laundry every saturday. we arent always on speaking terms. even if it may be true.
since today is saturday i was thinking about how many years since i first started toting my bale of laundry to the laundromat. pictured here is one of my first laundromats. it is on santa monica blvd in the Silver Lake section of old los angeles. it has gentrified in recent years, but my laundromat appears unchanged. it was very clean, with a young Latina attendant and her children who kept the place immaculate, and kept all the patrons in check. still the place was always mobbed, with not enough dryers. I used to walk from our apt. on Edgecliff, a block above Sunset Blvd. with all our rag tag laundry, mine and my future ex-husband's. his father was a sportswear wholesale salesman, so Ken had no shortage of brightly hued oxford shirts, albeit too large, i favored a big robins egg blue men's shirt that i wore with brown corduroy cutoffs. maybe that is why he became my ex?
so i would take all that laundry, stuff it into pillow cases, and lug it all down the hill to wash it. even tho i first experienced coin laundry in a dorm, this was the real deal. and thus began my lifelong abhorrence of public laundry rooms. let's see it has been 41 years now since my first laundromat and it still goes on. that's not progress, but sometimes change is bad anyway right? like look how bad it was that Silverlake gentrified. it's good to see that Launderland is unscathed.