Washday
Consider
housekeeping:
constantly
applying
principles
of order.
(though laundry
demonstrates
entropy…)
(Since even my washing machines have windows, they seemed fair game for observation.)
Monday, November 13, 1620, the Mayflower came ashore. After they probably kissed the ground in gratitude for someplace solid to stand, the Pilgrim-esses hauled out the wash… because it was Monday, after all, and that’s what one did on Monday.
Every time I manage to do laundry on a Monday I feel some sort of bizarre kinship with hundreds-of-years-ago Englishwomen, who started this, and all who came after… Just trying to impose order on chaos, tying the days of the week to some sort of recognizable pattern, trying to make meaning of drudgery. Good luck to all of us who keep trying…
I LOVE the artwork in this one.
Also, weirdly, I don’t mind laundry of all the chores. It’s satisfying to me to have clean warm fluffy clothes…
@LizScanlon: TBH I really don’t mind laundry either, because at least half the job is done for you. As a kid I went to Mexico for two weeks and we stayed in a tiny village with limited electricity and no laundry but ancient corrugated cement washboard type of things… Now THAT was work.