That shade of blue doesn't seem to exist anywhere but in my bath towels. I once took one of the hand-towels to a paint store who was running commercials on TV about a super computer they had that could match any color in existence to a paint in 30 seconds or less. I wanted to paint the trim in my bathroom the same Cookie Monster blue, so I thought they could find me a match. They couldn't. The guy tried for 20 minutes with no luck. Another worker tried. Nothing. They finally called in the manager. Zippo. It wasn't registering on their super computer. The manager straightened up from his crouch, scratched his head and said, "This blue's too deep..."

Too deep?

What the hell does that mean? Can a color be too shallow or too deep? I knew my blue was special, but I didn't know it was "too deep." I asked the manager how close to the color he could get. He pulled out a can of Royal Blue from the shelf behind him. It looked nothing like my blue.

I guess I'm into deep blues. How deep can a blue go? Can red get this deep? The washers look to be around 14 inches deep. I hope this is deep enough to properly clean my towels. They fit in with no problems.

The Wascomat Junior W75 Double Loader is in its rinse cycle at the moment, and the water looks pretty clear. Not too deep. I'm feeling really good right now. The W75 I'm leaning on is in Extract, or "Centrifugado" if you speak Spanish. (That's how it's labeled on the machine.)

I've been thinking about why I write all week, and have had plenty of false starts on the subject. I write because it's easier to lie to people on paper than in person. It's also easier to tell the truth. I try to write what I think. Why? Because I enjoy reading it; I it cracks me up. Who knows what things to write about, along my lines of thinking, better than me? I also like writing because I do laundry more often and I get to lean against the machine during Centrifugado.