Wash day blues
I think I am a poor in the powder kind of guy. For the last while we have been using pods but we have run out. And apparently there is some kind of magical sheet that I’m supposed to take and cut off a section or tear off a section or just chuck it in that replaces everything I have known up till now. I am referring of course to laundry detergent. At one point we had heavy jugs of a creamy liquid that I had learned about and a very young age as a perfect medium for finger painting. All part of my past. I will have to master the most recent manifestation of soap. Either that or convince someone else to take over my laundry. Not ready to go there. We all take laundry for granted. After all my clothes have needed to be washed for a lifetime. When I lived at home we had different machines depending on the decade. And then I went off to college and laundry was something that you did all the way across campus with a bag of silver. Machines. And now for decades we have had our own machines in the house that allow us to keep our close under control. All except for the soap thing. I will work it out. I am a quick learner and I have a lifetime of different experiences to guide me in the right direction. No need to visualize going down to the edge of the stream and finding a rock. Especially because our streams locally have no rocks in them. I wonder what people did a century ago? When I watch movies where someone takes all their clothing to a place where someone else washes and dries and folds their clothes all for a fee. I think that must have been a magical time of life. Of course I have no experience with it. I can only go with what I saw in the movies. Movies do not always reflect reality. And if you go back into the songs of old people have always complained about getting their clothes clean. And I guess even when you had two raise your own sheep and share them and turn the fleece into wool and then knit a sweater there was always a level of complaint. Apparently a good wool sweater can be destroyed if you forget the rules of the laundry.
