Laundry Love -- Take 2

I finished reading Laundry Love, which S says is now the most expensive book I've ever read.  I'm not sure he's fully right about that, but I see why he says so:

- I have bought new laundry soap;
- I have bought new stain remover;
- I (by which I mean K) have painted my laundry room a sunshiny yellow.

Regarding the last item, this is something I have wanted to do/have done for some time, prior to even knowing about (much less reading) Laundry Love.  The book was just the final kick in the pants that I needed to make it a priority.

I have attempted one radical washing experiment since getting this book.  I washed a many-years-old (and accordingly many-years-soiled) goose down sleeping bag.  It had gotten a touch mildewed in our basement, so my choices were either (1) trash it right now, or (2) attempt to wash it and see what happens.

It did not start out promising. First of all, the bag was so dirty that gray water was coming out of it after even several rinses.  But bedtime approached, the bag was still soaked, and it of necessity became a project for tomorrow me to deal with. 

I squeezed as much water out of it as I could, but I had to go to work when it was still dewy outside.  S obliged me by spreading it out in the hot summer sun to bake when the dew cooked off.  He turned it over midway through the day.  He put it in the dryer with some dryer balls for hours to try to break up the clumps.  We went to bed.

I went back to work the next day.  To hear tell, the dryer smelled like a moldy dead animal, and the bag wasn't much better.  

But, we repeated this cycle for several days.  Ever so gradually, the smell decreased.  And once enough water dried out, the clumps broke up, the dryer balls did their magic, and the bag was fluffy again.  I'm not sure it's fluffed quite to its original level -- or perhaps more to the point, I think due to the age of the bag, many of the internal baffles are busted and so the down shifted around quite a bit during this process.

But the takeaway is that -- though this was a much longer and much more complicated process than the book makes it sound like it should be -- it worked.  I have a home-washed goose down sleeping bag.  I always thought it couldn't be done.

I'll count that as a win.

What I Read -- Listen for the Lie

On the recommendation of a friend, I read Listen for the Lie.  The friend is a fellow true crime lover, and though this is a novel, it pulls in the whole podcast world.  Between podcasts and Netflix shows, I think we can explain most of the current fascination with true crime, so despite being not true, it certainly pulls on those same strings.

This is a quick, easy whodunit.  The writing is not great but it's good enough to keep things moving along.  What I can say about it, and part of the reason I kept on with it, is that it has an unreliable narrator.

I love an unreliable narrator.

What you learn quickly is that the narrator is suspected for, though was never charged with, the murder of her best friend.  She has no memory of the event.  As the story unfolds, you -- and she -- figure out how everything went down.

What I'm Reading Now -- The Ultimate Journey

I have skipped a few months of reading, and also skipped ahead a few months in my 2024 Reading Challenge, by beginning The Ultimate Journey: Canada to Mexico Down the Continental Divide.  I may explain my reasons for skipping ahead later (or not).

I read Eric Ryback's first book, The High Adventure of Eric Ryback, as part of my 2022 Reading Challenge.  As I said in my post at the time, I found it more readable and less and-then-this-happened than many travel books are.  Plus, controversy always makes things interesting to talk about, even if it's the second book.  We'll see if it's as interesting.

How Did That Happen?

So, it's summer.  Somehow it went from April to June.  I missed all of May lost in a fog of work.  June is better.  July will be better still.  

Also, Happy Father's Day!

Happy Birthday, K!