Wash Day
I was talking to my daughter on the telephone this morning
and asked what she was doing. She
replied in a not so joyful voice, “You know the usual, washing clothes.” I told her that sounded exciting and she
informed me in a sarcastic voice, “It is great folding whites.”
Its not
that she was complaining, it was just something we all do. Washing clothes at home is somewhat of a
chore and defiantly not as exciting as the TV shows which never show anyone
washing and folding clothes. They are
too busy solving crimes going to parties or just having fun. I did comment the other day to my husband
that I never see the stars working a boring job or cleaning their spotless
house.
I
suppose I look on washing clothes at home different than some others would. I remember as a little girl going to the Laundromat. I don’t remember if our washer was broken or
we didn’t have one. We would load up the
clothes, usually a week’s worth into the car then unload it into the big
rolling carts at the Laundromat - then sort and load into the washing
machine. Hopefully you didn’t have to
wait for someone else to get done with the washers. Then came drying time, by that time you were
thinking of all the things you could be doing somewhere else. Then folding the laundry and putting them
back into the clothes baskets to load back in the car and take home.
I lived
for 6 years off the grid. The only
electricity I had came out of a small and I mean small generator. I used a washer almost identical to the above
picture. I couldn’t have a larger washer
because the motor on the washing machine was too big for the small
generator. Do you know buttons get
ripped off or crushed while going through the wringer?
Maybe
that is why I look upon washing clothes in my wonderful electric washer at home
as a privilege. Not that there are not
other things I would like to be doing, but that what I am doing is a luxury you
might say. So the next time you are doing
your wash in your shinny electric machine at home, think how very lucky you are…