I find our laundromat kind of charming.
On one side of the river in Saranac Lake (town to us), most of the lots are/were occupied by old warehouses. It’s also near the railroad tracks. I can’t quite put together what might have been ideal about the warehouses being on such a tiny river, but there must have been something, because there they all are. Down Woodruff street and otherwise, quite a few of the old buildings have been repurposed by newer businesses like the feed store and the laundromat. The photo here is the view from the parking lot. Neat, huh?
I’m charmed by our laundromat. It’s in one of these old buildings, and it’s a little rough around the edges, as laundromats usually are, but the owners have taken particular pains to make it comfortable. It’s clean. Big tables and chairs have been set out. There’s a drink machine. It’s not cramped at all. Nice machines. Restrooms. There’s a big laundry sink for whoever needs to use it. We had to use it today. Know why? See if you can guess from the photo. A hint – This probably doesn’t happen to people in the South.
So, yep. I guess so. It’s that kind of post today – Not much going on, and just a slice of life from the weekend. I got the transmission seal leak stopped on the Jeep. Isn’t that awesome? And the whole wheel-falling-off thing? I fixed that too. I still have to put the other rims and tires on, but it’s in good shape for running errands. Trust me. I obsessively checked – Each time we stopped the car somewhere, I got out with a lug wrench, checked the wheel, and looked underneath for transmission drips. All good. As I mentioned, we’re not driving it full time anyway, but it seems to be back to normal.
So, folks. That’s the excitement. Stopped at Advance Auto for a new lug wrench, swung by the DD for coffee, put the wash in, and did the shopping at Grand Union and Aldi’s. (Evidence of the DD coffee in the photo.) Not much else going on. I finally picked my brushes and oil paints back up on Sunday, as promised. Found myself some golden silence, and did a simple painting of Whiteface Mountain as practice. I fear I actually have a style. (How you can have a style when you really don’t know what you’re doing, I have no idea.) So, it’s been pretty quiet around here.
Boring? Nah. I love it when everything goes right.