Ramblings of a crazy washer woman
Women are washers by nature.
We wash clothing, dishes, countertops and mud-caked boots. We wash walls and floors and cars. We wash toilets and tubs and dirty faces. We wash windows. We wash tabletops.
We wash our hands … sometimes of an entire situation.
Sometimes we powerwash: porches, siding … people — but only when the dirt is really, really thick.
I wash thinking about my washing habits this morning.
I love laundry on the line. I love it even more when it’s down and folded and put away. Those few, brief moments — sometimes a few hours — when my baskets are empty and there’s no dirty laundry in sight.
And we all hate dirty laundry.
It ranks right up there with skeletons in the closet.
I pondered the plight of a washer woman this morning …
While I was making the bed … brewing coffee … putting a load of clothes in the dryer so I could put a load in the washer (I can’t stand line-dried bath towels).
I washed the teeth of a little boy, followed by his face. Then I reminded him to wash his hands. I washed my own before making him breakfast. And after we’d eaten, I reminded all of them to put their dishes in the sink …
so I could wash them.
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life from our souls. ~ Pablo Picasso
All will come out in the washing. ~ Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth,
but by washing away from it all that is not gold. ~ Leo Tolstoy
So at this point, you’re probably wondering what the heck I’m trying to say.
I don’t know.
I did know. I had an epiphany of sorts, about washing. I was going to write about it.
And then my kids interrupted, the phone rang, and I had to go outside and see my son’s chalk art.
I’ve got nuthin’.
But I hope you enjoy the quotations and artwork.
Oh, and I hope you get all of your laundry done.
Don’t forget to wash your face.
And your hands, especially before cooking or eating.
Go forth and … wash.