Laundry Day

Today is laundry day.  My MOM LOVES  to iron.  I am not kidding.  She likes to do it while watching baseball, especially if her favorite team, the Astros, are playing (don't laugh she has been a fan from birth).  She irons just about everything, even t-shirts and PJ's.  But she has been so busy the last three weeks she has not been able to.  So today was the day that she just had to, cuz for the last week she has been getting up in the morning grabbing some clothes from the clean laundry basket and ironing what she wears that day.  She hates doing it that way.

See that huge pile of laundry on the right?  That's about 2 and 1/2 hours of ironing.  But as I said she loves it (maybe not this much all at once however).  MOM says she likes it because like mowing the lawn she can see results or sees a change, like the wrinkles being smooth out or seeing the freshly mowed yard, even if the lines in the yard are not perfectly straight, it has a calming effect on her. Want to see how I do my laundry?

 First I stretch out my furs

Then I push my furs across the grass

Then I roll over

And I do the other side

Almost done

Finally I shake out my furs.  My laundry is done.  Same concept, different approach. 

But you know if we all did "laundry" the same way what a boring and uninspiring world this would be.  I like living in a world where MOM smooths out her paint stained t-shirts with the iron and I smooth out my furs by rolling in the grass.  It makes the world more interesting and beautiful when we are allowed to be who we are.  And you know what, I get unexpected joy when I join MOM by laying behind her while she irons and she gets unexpected joy when she rolls around in the grass with me.  

Blessings,

Goose