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Today we got - among various updates of old/baggy/hole infested clothing - a new dryer. Whoo hoo! The in-laws have one, but it's 27 years old and has been on the blink for the better part of this year. What have they chosen to do about that? Why, they've paid fifty bucks a pop several times to get it 'fixed', of course, because that's 'cheaper' than buying another one.

So we decided that since we plan to move out sometime in the next year, and we will need a dryer pretty much ASAP when we do, we thought getting one as soon as we were rid of the debt was a good plan. It's very nifty. There are raised buttons and flashy lights and beepy noises which all combine to make it much more accessible for me than a non-electronic one with just knobs that have very small numbers on them. Plus it has a sensor that switches the machine off when your clothes are dry. Plus it's pretty. The only real problem with it thus far would be that it makes me want the matching washing machine. Not because we need a new washing machine, mind you; just because I'm vain and materialistic in spots and some weird part of me hates the idea of putting our nice new dryer next to a crappy old washer.

I really hope I don't have the same problem when chromatica and I have kids. "You know, that model is so 2010. What do you mean, 'it's our firstborn'?" 

perhaps love

Because of some relationship problems I'm having, I've been wondering about the nature of love. More specifically, I've been wondering how we define actions that are loving, since that's really all we have to work with when it comes to understanding the way other people love us.

( love and other catastrophes )