


Derek and I decided that we would send out our clothes to be laundered but, since they charge per piece, I would do our socks and undergarments. I agreed without even thinking about it. After all, I did laundy all the time back home. Right? Sure.... First of all, I realized that we had no laundy soap. No problem, I'll just pick some up at the market. Picture me standing in the soap aisle staring at about 20 different brands of laundry soap all labeled in Thai. In fact, the only reason I even knew it was laundry soap was becasue there was a nifty little picture on the bag of a washing machine. (Apparantley, it can be used for handwashing as well- I know this thanks to another nifty little picture.) Dain, the trailing spouse who's been showing me around, and I finally decided to take a risk on a bag- it's only underwear after all- and I brought it back to the apartment without really giving "laundry" any more thought.
This afternoon I began my laundry adventure. I sorted my whites and darks as I was supposed to and took my pile of darks to the washing machine (I had even managed to find where it's hidden in the apartment at this point). However, one look at the washer and dryer and I realized I was NOT in Kansas anymore (or Georgia, or Phoenix, or Texas). First, I had to decide which one was the washer and which one was the dryer. It probably took me a good 3 mintues to do this based on the labels on the front of the machines. (It's a stacked unit where both are front-loading). I figured it out when, upon opening one of the doors, I saw labeled, in English, "Clean Filter Before Each Use." Aha! Although I rarely clean the filter, I at least KNOW that I'm supposed to do it on the dryer! I was making progress.
I threw my small pile of darks into the washer, and realized that I had no clue as to where to put the soap or how to choose the right cycle. After several minutes of staring at the stickers on the front of the machine, I finally set one dial to the right temperature (I think) and the other dial to the right setting (I hope). However, I still didn't know where to put the soap. Do I just throw it in the chamber with the clothes? Is there a special container? I pulled on a few things and found a little drawer that I assumed the soap goes into, filled it with soap, and hoped for the best. As I turned on the water, I held my breath and said a little prayer that nothing would go wrong. After all, how would I be able to explain an exploding washing machine to our maintenance staff when the only Thai words I can come close to pronouncing are "hello," "thank you" and "goodbye!"
I've kept a close eye on the washer and it looks like I've been successful. The water and soap are managing to stay IN the machine and the clothes are being jostled around as if they're getting clean. Another hurdle crossed.
I wonder when I should try cooking?