Sometimes, it seems my life is filled with the experience of washing my clothes, by hand, or with a machine.  And this seems to indicate a sort of flow, a pattern or rhythym in my life.  I do not understand it, but here I recall some of my experiences--during a stay in Eastern Europe, whilst attending a Summer Seminar for College Professors, and currently.  Is it really to much to ask for?  To ask for the ability to choose the soap I wash my clothes with?  Am I too demanding when I say I don't want someone else deciding how my clothes will smell?  Apparently, here (again) in Eastern Europe, I am being too demanding....