Well, that’s Wednesday again. Oh, I love Wednesdays and this one is not different. Today I decided doing something different, part because I’m bored and part because I have to: do the laundry.
I had even forgot about doing this as I thought I had enough cleaned clothes in my closed. But this morning when I woke up I realized that tomorrow I’d have a serious problems choosing what to use to go working as I had almost none in there and reusing those in the laundry bag wouldn’t be a good idea as nobody likes the smell of a dead monkey (that’s what my clothes seemed to be smelling like at this time).
I went into the laundry room and I looked at that pile of dirty clothes and the laundry machine. Both seemed to know each other very well, I thought. Then I looked inside the cabinet and everything seemed to be there, except for my little friend, the bleacher. Remember I do practice karate and my kimono not hardly comes back in a very disgusting condition after the training. Fortunately its white and I’m able to use stronger and powerful products to wash it and make sure I’ll get rid of all that smell of sweat, dust, fat, blood, food and all those things we hear in a liquid detergent TV ad. By the way, is it just me or is there anybody else who ever found those ads a little bit… ahm… weird ? There was one of them in particular that caught my attention some time ago. There were those two mom talking while they do the laundry. One of them speak to the another about the wonder product she’s been using, saying how efficient that was and how she easily gets rid of all those stains she finds on her son’s clothes: dirt, food, ink, blood. Wait, BLOOD ? I always used to catch me thinking about how the schools of those children seemed to be, like they going into some kind of blood arena, carrying chains and clubs with nails and things like that…
The children from the Detergent commercial as I imagined them
Well, I went to work with a huge reminder to bring back something very good to clean my kimono and other white stuffs. The bad side: today I had karate class and I haven’t washed my kimono. Yeap. The smell was something, but, we do what we have to do. After my daily journey fighting against the evil forces of bugs, I drive to the dojo, late, of course. I get to school 10 minutes after the training had began. What happens ? 50 push ups as a punishment just to begin. Thank you, bugs. At the class I came to know that this coming Saturday we’d have a belt exam and my sensei told me I’m up to the do it, so he asked me whether I’d do that or not. I told him I’d wait Matsuru to come back from Brazil so that we both would be able to do it.
By the way, it worth a comment here. Matsuru and I started doing karate together some time ago. I had this idea because I was looking some kind of activity we’d be able to do together, some kind of physical activity that’d allow us to work together. At the beginning I must confess I wanted him to do some rock climbing with me, but later on we noticed he wasn’t liking that so much. He expects having something to interact to and, you have to agree with me that most of rock climbing interactivity limits to “for God sake, don’t let me fall” or “release this damn fucking rope!”. So, it’s more complicated. One year after that experience he keeps asking me to go to the gym do some indoor. Anyway, as a martial art, karate requires more than physical strength, you need perseverance, self control, etc. On my own conception, I consider everybody should do some kind of activity that required them to work those values.
Back to the dojo, it was a hard training, working base techniques, positioning, strength. It wasn’t easy but I survived, all sweat, stinking more than a dead skunk. That reminded me that I had to do the laundry, specially taking care of that kimono and, obviously, buy that bleacher. On my way I stopped by the market and bought something called “Resolve”, which judging by the name I expected good results. I have to confess: it really works. My kimono was never that white. Well, maybe when I bought it, but the results of this Resolve are impressive. And now, here I am, doing one of the most hated tasks in the world: folding. F*CK! There should be a some kind of machine that do it alone…