Growing up with a working Mother it was common to have a Saturday schedule that included several rituals. Strip the beds, change the sheets, put on a pot of beans, and clean the house like mad. I still can’t resist the urge to strip my beds and wash sheets on Saturday. I guess there is something to be said for soaking in a Saturday night bath and then jumping into your bed to enjoy the smell and feel of clean sheets. Some habits do die hard.
So today as I finished up my Saturday rituals and was making my “army corners” on our bed, I experienced Deja Vu! Along came a memory of making my bed, but having fitted top sheets so that you did not have to make “ army corners”! I remember having fitted top sheets--am I dreaming. You know that Deja Vu experiences don’t necessarily have to be true?? Are there still such a thing? I hope so.
We did not wash our sheets on Saturday because for most of my young life my Mother preferred to go to a laundromat at 4 a.m. on Sunday morning. My sweet Dad tried for years to buy her a washer and dryer, but she refused. She liked getting all the laundry done at once and having all of the washers and dryers to herself. No one else would be there at that time of day for sure. There was an ulterior motive--she loved to look through all of the coins--pennies, dimes, nickels, quarters, and half dollars (she had an in with the owner of the place) so she could fill coin books for us. But that is another story.
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Happy Father’s Day dear sweet Dad, Dirtman, and Coach!
I love my washer and dryer!
May all of the seasons be sweet to you!
Mary
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