Housework. You never find me talking about it in glowing terms. You no sooner finish cleaning and whoosh the dirt comes flying in, attracted to the cleanness. And so the cycle starts again. I’m always amazed at people who seem to find such pleasure in it.
This week is ‘wash the pillows’ week. I can’t remember when I last did it. One by one they spend their time in the washing machine, then propped in the sun the next day, until they are dry.
I can’t remember pillows being washed when I was a child. I suppose pillows were all made with feathers back then. Now they are made of stuff that can be washed and spun until semi-dry. I don’t think they would tolerate the heat of the tumble dryer.
I wonder how many other things have changed over the years, such that our use and care of them is very different from our parents’ or grandparents’ experience of them.
Then I started wondering if sometimes we have moved beyond common sense in the rush to what is new or a bit different.
A telephone plugged into the wall, the only kind when I was a child, had some wonderful attributes. You always knew exactly where it was. If someone was on the phone, you knew exactly where they were. Would we go back to that? The flexibility of the cordless phone and the cell phone are wonderful. Yet I have about 3 places where I usually put my cell phone when at home. Why? Because I’m so forgetful I’d lose it if it didn’t have a few standard spots.
So moving briskly on with the day, I leave you with a quote I stole from MissChris this morning
Bring the past only if you are going to build from it. ~Doménico Cieri Estrada