A Saturday
When Saturday rolls around there are vibes of mom, Lena, that tickle me in the back of my neck. Saturdays were days to get the household ready for the coming week when there would be too much farm work to take care of to stay in the house.
Enough bread was baked to last the week. Boiled potato water had been saved throughout the week to use for bread making. Lots of nutrients and flavors. Ironically, there is a bread that is labeled Potato Bread that we often choose off of the bread aisle of the grocery store.
Today my objective was to wash the sofa pillows that do double duty non-stop. Putting three in the washing machine was the perfect balance. When they came out of the clothes dryer one of them had taken on the appearance of a crabby Mr. Magoo from the Donald Duck cartoons. In time from being fluffed and used it will resemble the original square.
The next item was to take afghans to the clothes dryer with a damp bath towel and a clean pair of tennis shoes for some freshening up. I do put a few drops of fabric softener on the damp towel.
As the day was rolling along, Dennis ventured up into the attic to open the window that faces to the west. We do have roof vents but attics have their own unique aroma that needs a bit more air movement than the vents allow. We will leave the attic step closure and window open for a time . . . always watching the weather patterns.
I did do the waltz with the Swiffer mop. Amazing what it finds. Not the Saturday of times of old, but Lena . . . we did do due diligence. Couldn’t have done it without what you had instilled in me decades ago. Priceless.
No time for a nap but a bit of “sit-down” with feet up is required. I would rather do a little bit each day and feel fulfilled rather than overdoing it and paying the price for days. I am so happy that there are leftovers for supper.