Yesterday I did some laundry. First of all I discovered that my wash tub has a bunch of holes. So I put a garbage bag in as a liner and that worked great for a while. Then I put the wringer on top and it wasn't big enough to sit on the tub but I didn't want to waste all that water by doing it over the ground, so I let the wringer sit in the tub which was a bad idea since it poked a hole in the garbage bag and the water started to slowly drip out of various places. So I put a bowl under the largest drip and whenever it got full I dumped it back into the tub. The wringer itself is pretty bad. You hold down a lever to bring the rollers together, and you crank with your other hand. Which means this is either a two-person job or you have to hold a piece of clothing between the rollers, press them together, crank, stop and move the end of the clothing to the cranking hand so you can catch it as it comes out. The wringers won't go far enough together to wring it out properly and after each one I had to stop and wring it out by hand. So it didn't take me long at all until I gave up and started doing it all by hand. Even Victor couldn't get the rollers close enough together. So I loaded up the socks and underwear (which were the first load) and took them up to my mom's set-up to rinse them. Her wringer is much better. Then I took them back down to hang. Shirts were my second load, and I washed them down in my tub since I already had water in there. The line for laundry hung down pretty far when I put stuff on it, even light stuff like socks and underwear were enough to dip the line from just above head-height down to chest-height. But when I was hanging it I got it as tight as I could. Maybe the trees I used were too young cause they do sorta move around when I pull on the lines. Maybe I just have to pick somewhere else to hang laundry. I kinda wish I'd chosen the spot Victor dug the outhouse hole in. Too late now, though.
I dug on my root cellar a little.
Victor did a little yesterday but his back was hurting too much. For how much his back hurts he seems to only be getting two or three days of work in a week.
I'm getting either thinner or more muscley, or both, cause my waist is different. I put my hands on my hips and my waist felt different so I had Victor feel and it is different. Yay! My posture is a little different too, in a good way.
I made us pizza the other night and chicken penne last night. Tonight is going to be baked ziti.
The laundry was still damp last night so I left it and now I have to go take it down.