All the green green grass

One of the not so great things about apartment living is doing laundry. For some reason, traipsing through buildings or across complexes hauling a bag of laundry, running back and forth to see if it is done only to find you have 4 minutes left, which is not enough time to go back but still an incredibly boring length of time to wait--really not a great time in my book. One of my great aspirations in life is to have a washer and dryer in my dwelling place. (This is the whole reason I went to grad school. Well, at least one of them). 

But, tonight when I got ready to do laundry, I did get a little excited because I could go barefoot. And the grass in my complex is very nice for walking on barefoot. So it was just a little exciting every time I left to take care of my laundry. And I will miss it come winter.