Laundry, and Love

I get to feel superior to socks when I am conquering a load of laundry.

That is sort of cool, isn’t it?

There’s a swathe of the backyard that is leaf-free. Just one corner. (Well it was yesterday). I did that. I own that.

Housework is menial work. Which is to say “humble” or “lowly” and “lacking prestige.” The work of a servant is the work of “dogsbody”. Such words hold the muscle will of those who built our country.

Nothing so simple as completing a home task can make me feel so satisfied.

A clean refrigerator. The freshly cut grass. Weeded garden. Laundry done.

I do not desire to spend my day in service to my home. But I do not regret it either.

When I’ve loaded the dishes, again– another meal in the endless cycle of food — I survey the clean counters, like prairies mowed and ready for seed.

  4 comments for “Laundry, and Love

  1. November 14, 2010 at 11:29 am

    I felt like a warrior on Friday when I took 4 boxes of CDs and videotapes to Goodwill. And the CD/video cupboard is so gloriously organized! Fare forward, valiant soldier!

  2. Lisa Hill
    November 14, 2010 at 2:50 pm

    There is something so real and now about manual labor and menial chores. It’s the cogs in the machine, the tending to details that keep us alive and civilized. I miss raking and maintaining a large yard.

  3. November 16, 2010 at 1:58 pm

    We had great satisfaction by late Saturday afternoon, when our yard was nearly leaf-free.

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