The family was sitting around after supper. (Frozen pizza again. That might be getting old already.) One of the girls said, “If you could only take three books with you to a deserted island, which books would you take?” I’m not very good at this game because I’m terrible at choosing favorites. Almost everything someone else says makes me want to change my answers. I tried to keep them playing without having to state my top choices, but my husband caught on immediately and made sure he said my name and made me answer.
So we did the usual: 3 books, 3 movies, 3 albums, 3 foods, etc.. It was really interesting. I don’t think we’ve done this since the girls were really little. (Now they’re 19 and 23.) I was happily surprised by some of their choices, and I learned I don’t have a clue what’s popular for music anymore. (I got Taylor Swift and then I’m out.)
Later, after everyone went their separate ways, I kept thinking about being stranded and objects I take for granted every day. There a many things I am learning I can do without. I don’t mind washing the dishes by hand now that I have more time to do them. (The dishwasher is working fine. I’ve just discovered I sort of like the hot water and bubbles.) I haven’t had the tv on hardly at all. (It’s so much quieter without it.) I barely even check my cell phone. (My family is with me most of the day.)
However, I shudder at the thought of giving up my washer. Laundry is such a pain: the sorting, the washing, the sorting again because some things can’t go straight into the dryer, the drying, the folding, sorting yet again, putting it away…Argh!!! And then, just when you think you’ve finished, there’s MORE! You’ve forgotten the towels, or the bedding, or the dog’s stinky blankets. And then, after you’ve finished all that, someone needs their favorite _________ and it’s time to start all over again! Laundry has to be my least favorite chore. Then I realized it could be so much worse. I thought about the month a few years ago when my washing machine quit. We had to haul everything to the laundromat. But at least I’ve never had to fetch the water from the creek or make my own laundry soap. (lye?) Thank goodness I’ve never had to beat an article of clothing on a rock. Are you kidding me? How did the pioneers stand it?!? I realize they didn’t know any differently and someday my great grandchildren will think my methods were barbaric, but for now I am just so grateful to have a washer and dryer to speed along that most hated of chores, the laundry.