This is the first Miss America post. These post will occur weekly, monthly, bimonthly or perhaps never again–depending on my ability to adjust to life away from the star spangled banner.
I cannot think of a more appropriate first Miss America posts than one that deals with a good ol’ energy-consuming machine better known as a dryer. In my former life, dryers almost always accompanied washing machines. The two were best buddies—like salt and pepper or cheese and wine. However, in Japan, this is not the case. Dryers and washing machines are not friends at all. In fact, they are enemies.
Usually this uncomfortable relationship between the two greatest-machines-ever-invented doesn’t bother me at all. After I arrived to Japan, I soon discovered all the nifty hanging devices that one can buy at the 100-yen store (Japanese dollar store). They were absolutely brilliant. They also came in a rainbow-array of colors that would bring joy to the colorblind. With the help of these hooks and clips, one can literally hang three loads of laundry on four porch hooks. Exactly my thoughts–hanging clothes is fun. Even in early February, when my clothes turned to ice prior to drying—I was hardly fazed. It was a natural part of their life cycle: clean, dirty, wet, iced, damp, dry, clean, dirty, wet, iced, damp, dry…
But, today, I reached the breaking point. Last night, I—trying to be a diligent homebody—did two loads of laundry. Then, I hung them on the fancy plastic neon hangers. This morning it poured. For a good five hours, it was a real-life Japanese monsoon. My clothes were soaked before I even left for work. But, having wet clothes is certainly not a worse case scenario (happens all the time). By noon, the winds had come to play. For four hours, the wind blew construction tarps off the school and flags off the flagpoles. You can’t even imagine what the wind did to my clothes.
Fortunately, when I arrived home they were all still there. Some had fallen off their hangers and were dangling by a thread on the railing. But, as far as I can tell, no articles actually fell to the ground or flew away. At work, I had genuine fears that my favorite bra had flown to Osaka. I suppose clothes aren’t as aerodynamic as I had imagined. But, I still imagine how fabulous it would be to have a real dryer. I tell you, it’s the little things in life–or in this case the big machines!