Doing the laundry this morning, I thought back about all the different places I had done the wash and all the different machines and lack thereof that I had used. I will start this wash day series with a poem about my neighborhood. When we first moved in, my next door neighbor actually said the quote that starts this poem.
Reading the Lines
“I can’t believe you pay to dry them. The sun is free.”
Pampers won out so
Diapers no longer announce new births.
But the lines still tell stories.
Flannel pajamas reveal a marriage chill.
Khakis replace work overalls.
Lacy bras give way to sturdier support.
Men’s clothes suddenly disappear.
Make of it what you will–
Here we still value thrift over privacy.