The Wringer

Laundry is certainly easier than it used to be! I remember my grandmother putting the washed items through the wringer before we’d haul the basket out and hang them on the line. And then we could run through the sheets as they dried! Good times.

Of course, the kicker was ironing whatever dried – like sheets. Yuck. I never could understand why that was important. Yes, they felt good, but they just got wrinkled after you slept in them?

This only comes to mind as I’m ironing a linen tablecloth, also a pain. I only finished half of it yesterday, saving the rest of the joy for today. At least there are birds chirping and flying around the window in front of my board. I can taste a bit of spring and smell that sun-drenched laundry on the line.

Oh, never mind. I’ll finish ironing tomorrow.

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