…as we would say in New York. I’m not normally so casual about the electoral process, but every single evening for the past two weeks, I’ve been fielding telephone calls from both sides trying to solicit my vote, and it’s getting old. I have a standard line for both of them: I don’t like the foreign policy of either candidate, and I’m still trying to make up my mind, and that usually shuts them up. I don’t think they’re prepared for an American who actually considers foreign policy to be any kind of issue.
This last call, however, was the best of all: Some kind of opinion poll, except that I couldn’t make out what kind, because it sounded like the woman (?) was talking with a mouthful of marbles. So, just as s/he was getting to the meat of the poll, I said, “I can’t understand a word you’re saying,” and hung up. I really couldn’t. S/he reminded me of “Mujibar,” a joke I sent out a couple of years ago about those characters you get who are supposed to provide tech support, only you can’t understand anything they say.
Meanwhile, my last post certainly generated some comment! I can’t believe how many clotheslines are banned, especially in supposedly “enlightened” communities that shove environmentalism down everyone’s throats. Do not misunderstand me: I consider myself a rational environmentalist, and that’s one reason why solar drying is so important to me. But I do think that if you’re going to get fanatic about it, to the point of being unpleasant about buying any lesser vehicle than a Prius or a bicycle, then you should carry the thing over into the less convenient aspects of life. Like solar drying, or making your own laundry soap.
Fearless Leader posted a site over on OrthWomen a few months ago, that gave a recipe for making your own laundry soap, something like one bar of Fels Naptha, 1/2 cup of washing soda, and 1/2 cup of Borax. The hubster has tended to wash his own clothes because he prefers to wash them in Fels Naptha; not that I would ordinarily object, except that he washes his clothes in the bathroom sink and leaves them there to soak overnight, and how do you brush your teeth then?! So I’ve made up this mixture, which involves shaving the bar of soap into flakes, and let me tell you — it’s worth the effort. 2-3 tablespoons of this stuff in a front-load washer gets the clothes clean and fresh-smelling, and it is incredibly soft on your hands. Last time I washed his tighty-whities, I forgot to add fabric softener, but I hung the clothes out in the fresh air, and guess what — you don’t need fabric softener, if you dry things in the fresh air after washing them with this soap mixture. Think how much less oil we’d use if we weren’t all so fixated on detergent! Visualize…
…a world without Al Gore! ;D