“Look after your laundry, and your soul will look after itself.”

September first seems dire. Kids go back to school on Tuesday. Every weekend from now on will just be a short respite from the weekly routine. Kids will count days until the next vacation.

My laundry is sitting in the hallway only because I haven’t brought it upstairs yet. I did two loads of laundry yesterday. I even washed the dog’s blanket and my messenger bag.

I don’t carry a pocketbook or a purse. I usually have a backpack or that messenger bag I mentioned. Both keep my hands free. In a movie I watched yesterday I chuckled to see the older woman, of a certain ilk, carrying her pocketbook on her arm, the strap about the middle. The pocketbook was a square leather one. I remember my grandmother carrying the twin of that pocketbook. I also remember my grandmother wearing a small hat every time she left the house. Never in her life did she wear a pair of pants. She wore flowered dresses. They were all the same style, only the flowers changed.

When I was little, we sometimes ate at my grandparent’s house for dinner, usually a holiday evening. They had a dining room. On one side was a bank of windows which faced their neighbor’s back door. Another wall had a sideboard where my grandmother stored her best china. The last wall held a clock. There was a doorway into the kitchen. The dining room furniture was dark and clunky. My grandmother seldom sat down to dinner. She was up and down carrying dishes, full to the table and empty to the kitchen. When there were more of us, after my two sisters were born, we never got invited to dinner. My grandparents we’re not fond of children.

Henry and the cat are sleeping. Henry is on the other end of the couch. The cat is sleeping behind me on the back of the couch and is lightly snoring.

I have no plans for today other than putting the laundry away. I guess this is about the spot where get a life would be an appropriate observation, but I find putting the laundry away exciting given how long it sat unwashed and leaning against the cellar door. I’ll just have to figure the soundtrack for clean laundry.

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8 Comments on ““Look after your laundry, and your soul will look after itself.””

  1. Bob Cohen Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Another month begins today as 2019 winds down towards another year. Trump put off his most aggressive tariffs on China until December to allow the retailers and the public to have one last merry Christmas before the Presidential election next November. ๐Ÿ™

    Heโ€™s already planning to cut both Medicare and Social Security in his second term to balance the budget. Of course, these plans are being discussed behind closed doors in Republican congressional circles until after the 2020 election. This is the epitome of mean spiritedness.

    Pocketbook is an interesting word for a purse. A purse or handbag is a better word. My mother used to use pocketbook until we moved here to Dallas when she received funny looks from the locals when she said pocketbook. Another word that was a northeastern term was bag when referring to a brown paper grocery bag. Here the grocery stores used the word sack instead of bag.

    Today is supposed to be clear with temperatures in the mid 90s.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      The light has changed in the afternoon, a sure sign of the changing seasons. The summer went quickly. I’m okay with that as fall here is just so beautiful. The days will be warm and the nights cool for sleeping.

      People here used to say pocketbook. It was never purse. It is now just bag as in, “I have to get my bag.” I think my mother’s generation was the last to say pocketbook.Actually, few women carry a pocketbook like the one I described.

      We stay say bag, not grocery bag. It used to be the cashier would ask you, “Paper or plastic?” Now, plastic is no longer allowed here. It is only paper.

      It has stayed beautiful all day.

  2. Hedley Says:

    The rains arrived, the Prince is in the house and we have completed the draft for the family fantasy league. My picks were rated a solid C so I should be suitably mediocre

    The Sunday Times listed 50 things to do this Fall in London and included the revival of โ€œMary Poppinsโ€. We have seen it a couple of times so I was blasting past it until I saw who had been cast as the bird lady……..yes, you guessed it……Pet Clark. Now I am interested.

    I killed the laundry assignment yesterday, I am a notorious slow ironer, but I do get the done. This morning before the Spurs game I rearranged my library.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      My sister and her family have a draft. Last year my grand-nephew Ryder, same age as The Prince, won. He got the family trophy.

      I would definitely see Pet in Mary Poppins. I figure you would be more than interested!! It is, after all, Pet.

      I never have anything to iron. My clothes come out of the dryer quickly enough that there are very few wrinkles. Even if there were wrinkles, I seldom go anywhere will people will care. All my laundry is now put away. I’ good for a couple of weeks.

  3. Rowen Says:

    I sometimes see dressier, more lightweight packs when I’m out on the town, the evening bag aesthetic applied to a backpack. Those are sort of neat.

    Snoring cat. Heehee.

    • katry Says:

      I just bought a new backpack which can also be turn into a briefcase sort of figuration. It’s a Fjallraven’s Kanken. The name alone was worth the price.

      I have an old Vermont leather pack I bought around twenty years ago, but it is in great shape. I think of it as my little black dress of packs, my dress up pack.

  4. olof1 Says:

    It has finally cooled down here and it didn’t feel nasty at work for the first time since spring ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

    My mormor never wore a hat, I doubt that she ever had one and she usually had a bag hanging around her arm, one she most likely had made herself. My farmor on the other hand did have a hat, it might have been the only one she had but I have a photograph of her wearing it ๐Ÿ™‚

    I haven’t had a back pack in a very long time, the last one I had was destroyed when one of my old cats peed in it ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ This spring however I bought a new one and that one will never touych the ground so that another cat can destroy that one ๐Ÿ™‚

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      It was a delightful day here, but by afternoon, the sun disappeared, and it stayed cloudy all afternoon. North of us had heavy rains, but it missed us.

      My father and my grandfather wore fedoras. Most men did, but they went out of fashion and stopped being popular. Women don’t wear hats anymore either.

      My backpacks wore out over time or got grubby. My new one is spot resistant as is the black leather pack. I can’t remember the last time I carried a pocketbook or purse.

      Have a wonderful evening!

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