Laundry Monday
Laundry Monday is in my bones. Pop a Tide pod in, set the dials and hit start. It sure is different than Lena’s laundry Monday. So many things are different than they were 70 years ago.
What works in my favor is that I do remember more than I have forgotten. I take very little for granted. Our home could very easily resemble the home I grew up in . . . early attic . . . gotta love it. We did acquire a pullout love seat twenty years ago to accommodate grandkids staying over. Dennis has a recliner that we bought in 2015 that has the pleather peeling as much as I do when I am in the sun for too long. Not the quality of those times of old. We are sure there is a bit more life in both. Who knows?
Bells and whistles make for commercial stores thriving. We feel badly for not doing our part. We’ll get over it.
The best part of this scenario is that we can replace and acquire anything we need in a moment’s notice. There is more at our finger tips than Lena and Raymond could have thought possible. Hard to believe there could be more possible.
As in 70 years ago, I hung out the laundry today on my precious clotheslines. Dennis helped. They dried quickly and the house is filled with the freshest aroma ever. Now I need an elf to fold the clothes. Dennis does fold clothes to some degree. If in doubt . . . at least get it into the right drawer. I can live with that.