Summer time

So, summer is coming to an end and life will return to "normal". The Big Event of this past summer was Meredith's tantrum over being talked with like an adult. She much prefers to be treated like a child when it comes to frank or honest discussion. Maybe we all do.

More about Meredith later. For now I want to discuss the lack of quality laundry services. I have spent much of the summer trying to find a Cleaners who can starch and iron shirts. Growing up with Dad in the military meant that I learned to wash, starch, and iron shirts at an early age. I am really good at it but it takes time and it is hot work. I prefer to have a "Cleaner" do my shirts and return them to me on hangers.

For the last five years we took our "cleaning" to Rich at Martinizing. The shirts were fair and as time wore on I tired of Rich. His son, Richard, was the better contact but he could not work with his Dad and moved to Denver. That left me dealing with Rich. It was too much work. When we moved to our new Home last October, I decided to switch "Cleaners'.

During the winter, Pialago was acceptable. They were close by and the shirts were fair. As warm weather began the limp shirts just did not work. I asked them for EXTRA HEAVY Starch. Each time I came to pick them up I was less impressed. Turns out they use spray starch on the shirts. I told the Manager, Crystal, that I wanted real starch in the wash water. For about four weeks it went well.....then Crystal went on vacation.

I have tried other "Cleaners" they all suck. In almost every case they tell me the price for shirts. I told them, I don't care about the cost, I want them starched. Today I pick up my "cleaning" form the newest trail "Cleaner"

Why can't I get what I want? Hmmm, that leads back to Meredith. I would really like her to discuss her issues with me like a grown up. As I told her during her recent rant: "I may not be perfect. Please tell me who the better father is out there. I want to call the mother fucker up and learn how to improve." She hasn't got back to me on that yet. Now she is back at school. All I want is to be understood and appreciated.