The Therapy of Laundry on a Windy Day

Today was a great day! Now, I don’t say that often.  I just don’t.  I go from one day to the next dealing with the to-do list, arguing kids, bills, etc.

I don’t have a lot of bad days, but not many I would call great, but today was an exception.

I woke up this morning, knowing that unless my client had read their emails on Friday afternoon or over the weekend, I probably wouldn’t have any work from them today.  I had to get the girls to school, visit my mother and do laundry, but that was about it.I will be honest and say even though my task list appears short none of these tasks are ones that are apt to be pleasant.  However, this morning the girls got up and dressed and out of the house if not in a timely manner than at least without arguing.  My visit with my mother went fairly well, she was having a good day.  Then, I stopped at the store to grab some Easter things on my way home.

A quick check of my email told me I had the day off or at least had no reply as of yet, so I decided to take the dog for a walk/run.  I will probably pay for this tomorrow, but it went much better than I thought it would.  On my walk/run, I realized what a spectacular day it was going to be.

The sun was out and it was going to be in the low 70’s.  This was one of those rare days in Northern New England in April when you can almost forget the abuse you were subjected to during the brutal winter months and feel that all is right with the world.  To make it more special it was going to be windy.  I love wind, have since I was a child.  I love to listen to the trees move and sway with the breeze, the wind chimes tinkling, and also how it fills my head with a whooshing drowning out all the sounds of living in a bustling town.  I love the feel of it as it skitters across my arm and whips through my hair.  I just like it.

The last task on my list today was laundry.  It appeared that the laundry fairy had come and left the laundry from a small village in Alaska in front of my washing machine.  I hate laundry.  I love clean laundry, I hate doing laundry.  However, for the most part I am the laundry queen at my house.  They all know how the process works and have all done it on occasion, but they seem to mistake my weeping for tears of joy and leave the job to me most days.

The only time I love laundry is when I can hang it on the line.  Yes, I have been called crazy to my face for this, so it’s OK go ahead I don’t mind.  There is something therapeutic for me when I am hanging out laundry.  I decided this would be the perfect way to spend my time outside without the guilt of thinking I should be doing something.

As I stood on my porch hanging out this year’s first load of laundry feeling the wind on my neck, smelling the fresh smell of just washed clothes I realized what a wonderful day this had been.  Hanging out the laundry makes me feel closer to my life; it is more meaningful somehow than just throwing the clothes in the dryer and walking away.  You are taking the time to place each item.  I feel like I am living in a simpler time somehow.  It’s quiet.I need to pay more attention to each day and try and find something that helps make it great.  Do you have any chores, or activities that just center you and make your day great?  I’d love to hear what they are!

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  1. Loved your description of the wind and how it teases your senses. I like the wind also. I can recall hanging out the wash when I was younger. I took pride in how neat and organized my pins were. Tidy. A right way and a wrong way as taught by my mother. LOL. Now I use the dryer. But I do enjoy folding towels! I find it soothing and relaxing. Weird huh?

    • Jacki I don’t think you are weird at all. To me hanging clothes on the line is just as soothing and relaxing. Its a chore that I can do with little thought but I am out in nature and I can just be.

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