|Me with a bag of dirty laundry (underwear) early morning in West Hollywood. That's our rental car (white) in the background)|
Laundry, Hollywood style.
Pat and I quickly discovered that if you've been in one laundromat you've been in them all.
While we were vacationing in West Hollywood we soon found that we had to use the laundromat. Why? Because both of us are just so darn anal and fastidious and unwilling to put our hosts to the task of cleaning our dirty clothes (and sheets as the case may be).
I think it was Day Three that we got up early in the morn to find a local laundromat. We didn't have to look too far. It was only a couple of blocks away.
So, after we had our minimalist breakfast where we were staying we were out in the dawn's early light to find the Hollywood Laundromat.
Some to our chagrin we arrived too early. The laundromat wasn't opened yet. I don't know but I must be on a different time clock than most people, I usually arrived at places of businesses in the morning before they're open. So we wait.
|Pat at the door of the laundry checking the opening time|
|Pat getting the laundry started. Pat is expert at this.|
At 7 AM on the dot, the little Hispanic lady, who manages the place showed up and unlocked the doors and we stormed in like shoppers bursting into Walmart on Black Friday. Of course we were the only
|Pat enjoying the good life at the laundry|
I'm glad we found a laundry nearby. It wasn't expensive but the water wasn't as hot as I would like. And the dryers, as long as we ran them, didn't seem to get our laundry totally dry. We managed. We finished the drying by laying out the clothes in our room.
Then we were off for our adventure for the day. First to visit some modern furniture stores in downtown Los Angeles. Then at the end of the day, in time for the sunset, a short trip to Santa Monica Beach. I'll post that tomorrow.
|Me and Pat at the Santa Monica Beach with the Pacific Ocean behind us|
You know what's great about traveling with a friend? No matter what you do you're having a good time. All those years I traveled by myself. Couldn't get any friends to travel with me and when I did they soon took off on their own adventure as soon as they landed with someone else. I guess I was just too boring. Bill traveled with me once but traveling and sleeping in strange beds isn't his thing. I guess he did too much traveling with his job at G.E. before he retired. He would come along if I asked him but, other than traveling to his hometown of Toccoa, Georgia, Bill isn't one for traveling and I respect that. But he doesn't mind me traveling with a friend. Now there is another reason why I've been with Bill for over fifty years and our relationship has lasted that long. No jealously clamps on me, nor me on him. That was our agreement when I first moved in with him way back in January of 1965 and continues to this day. We leave the possessive and jealousy game to other couples. That game doesn't and never did work for us.
I am glad I have a friend traveling companion now who enjoys my company and I enjoy his company. Someone who is nonjudgmental who is patient, who doesn't criticize my every move, who doesn't moan and groan when I take a picture or video or ask him to take one, who doesn't take me for granted, who has a sense of humor and who is just a nice person. Someone who genuinely likes me. What a novel idea, take a trip with someone who likes me and likes the same things I like. Someone who respects me, and who I respect. Took a long time but better late than never, huh?