Highrise life

I moved into the highrise a month ago. It's a non-descript multi-story apartment condo building in Suburban Ottawa. It's been eons since I lived in this kind of place. Mostly I've been in houses, cabins, and apartments in a low-rise or two.

One of the things that's great about the new place is doing the laundry. I now have a laundry machine in my own unit. This is so great.

Don't get me wrong -- laundromats are fine too. It's just: a) hauling your dirty laundry out in public is no fun, b) the money conscious such as myself will tend to balk at doing a small load (the corollary is packing the machine so tight so as not to spend another $1.50 on a second load, c) you arrive at the laundromat and the machines are all in use, and d) laundromat machines tend to be full of lint and your clothes look dirtier somehow at the end.

My favourite laudromat was the one in the Glebe under the Royal Oak, which did have the cleanest machines I'd ever seen, and places to sit, and you could go up to the Oak for breakfast while waiting.

Anyway, having a machine at home is easier.

Which, from an environmental standpoint, is probably not good. Think of all the steel etc. in all those laundry machines in people's home that get used once a week, or a few times a week. Oh, well.