We often overlook the blessings. And that shouldn't be.
We have a washer and dryer in the house. Not everyone does, you know. Even in this country that sometimes is simply not available. And if you go into the third world countries...well, you get the picture.
Growing up we had an old Maytag wringer-washer that resided in a cubbyhole closet on the porch. Beside it sat a galvanized steel rinse tub. Doing laundry meant filling both with plenty of water, washing the whites first, then the colored fabrics, then the darks, and lastly the rugs and mop rags. By then the water was a dingey, slimey opaque gray. To drain the two, we attached a garden hose and ran the water out into the yard.
Drying the clothes was a different matter. Hang 'em on the line in the summertime till dry. Hang 'em on the line in the winter time until freeze-dried which wasn't dry at all. Bring them in frozen, drape them over lines strung up in the bedroom and over the oil burner stove in the dining room.
As a young adult, living in my first house away from home, and the second, and the third, the laundry had to be hauled to the laundromat. Expensive. Inconvenient. In a single word, a "hassle".
That was decades ago. (I know, I'm old!) And even after decades of having my own washer and dryer in my home, I still remain grateful that I do not have to take my laundry to the laundromat. Which is a good thing, because the only laundromat in this town closed down about four years ago.
Now that we are getting
The job is begun. Plumbing is in place. We plan to buy new units so we're on hold until that can be done. And in the meantime...our house is a mess.
It will get better. Soon.
And I will be grateful to be able to do laundry. In my own house. Not in the basement. Not at the laundromat. And not in an old-fashioned Maytag wringer washer.