Laundry musingsPosted: November 17, 2011
Recently the neighbor’s laundry has caught my eye. Not in a “I want to photograph it” way. But in other ways. Responsible ways. Mundane, domestic ways.
The neighbor I’m writing about lives across the street in a century (100+ years) farmhouse. She’s older than I am, but I’m not sure by how much. At least a decade. Possibly more. It’s difficult to tell because she’s the type of woman who has worked hard all of her life, and continues to work hard. She has a big garden, mows the lawn during the mowing months, and hangs out laundry almost every day, even on those days it looks like rain.
Her adult son and daughter live with her, but she’s the one you see out there every day doing the outdoor chores. Raking leaves. Pulling weeds. Shoveling snow during the winter months. Hanging laundry year round.
Oh wait. I don’t see her hanging the laundry. And that’s part of the point of this blogular musing.
Every morning, while I am in the kitchen filling the kettle with water to make a pot of tea, I look out the window and see the laundry hanging out on the neighbor’s clothesline. She must pin it up pretty early as I’ve never seen her doing it. It’s just there, no matter what time I get up in the morning.
I’m in need of a work ethic like that, particularly when it comes to the laundry. Because of our travels (far and near), day trips, and a whole host of other things, the laundry around here has managed to work itself up from a molehill to a whole range of mountains.
I think that’s the reason behind my recent obsession with the neighbor’s laundry habits. I want to be like her. One load a day. On the line. First thing in the morning.
I’ve written quite a few posts about laundry including Laundry Day and The Ironing. Prior to the Laundry Day post there were (more than) a few posts regarding my competition with the Sisterhood of the Mormons who were living in the same apartment building while M and I were in Sabbaticalville. No matter how early in the morning I was able to get up, they always beat me to the laundry room, filling up all of the washers before I could get there. The good old days.
It’s not so much an obsession as it is one of those daily necessities in life. You would think that with only two people living here, the laundry wouldn’t be so bad. Au contraire. The various hats we wear in life require different costumes to go with them. There are the paycheck-work clothes. The outdoor work clothes. The indoor relax-around-the-house clothes. The out-on-the-town clothes. (Honestly, since we’re jeans and t-shirt kind of people, our out-on-the-town clothes are not exactly fancy dress clothes.)
The problem, as I see it, is that we have far too many articles of clothing. If we cut back I’d have to do the laundry more often, and there wouldn’t be enough clothing to make mountain ranges of laundry. Simplifying is a great solution, but it will take some time (and some convincing, I would imagine).
In the meantime, I’m going to establish a daily laundry habit. One load of laundry washed and hung out to dry each day. If it’s too wet or cold for hanging it out, I’ll use the dryer.
Today was a catch-up day. Several loads of laundry have had their time out on the clothesline. It’s a good day for drying the laundry outside. It’s cold, dry, sunny with cloudy spells, and the wind is blowing hard. Things are drying quickly out there. It’s a nice way to conserve energy, and there’s nothing like the scent of fresh air for perfuming clean laundry.
As you may have noticed, most of the photos for today’s post are from our trip back east last month. During that trip we managed to fit in a few bike rides, one of which was a 12-mile loop through a small section of Amish farmlands in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.
I could have brought you the photos without an entire post about laundry, but laundry is on my mind today so, laundry it is.
Thanks for stopping by to visit. Sorry I’ve been so busy with the washing, drying, and folding. Hopefully I’ll have something more interesting to blog about tomorrow. 🙂