I had a wake up call today. Lately I've been grumbling a little about not having a working dryer. Mine doesn't work and it seems to have something to do with the wiring in our house, which is elderly. So until my husband can do some rewiring, I have to wash clothes at home and then either hang them up to dry or cart the wet laundry over to the laundromat a few blocks away.
This morning I had a nice visit with an older gentleman from our church who was washing and drying a bedspread in the extra large machines. (You've got to love a man who will do that for his wife.) During our conversation I discovered he had been an avid reader all his life until two years ago when he suffered a stroke that took away his ability to read.
I can't imagine living through many things more horrifying. (Not counting anything happening to a family member.) And I'm complaining about a lousy clothes dryer that won't work?
The good news is, this man's daughter bought him "Hooked On Phonics" while he was still in the hospital and he slowly worked his way through it. Now he can read enough to puzzle out a restaurant menu, but it takes him a long time. He usually just has his wife read it to him. And he "reads" books on tape and CD all the time.
So the laundromat isn't so bad. I actually get the laundry done faster there. There are nice neighbors to talk to sometimes. And I can get a lot of reading done. Lucky me!