Today I will not wash clothes. Tomorrow, perhaps, I will.
Washing clothes back home (in the U.S.) is such an unremarkable thing. Gather up the clothes, sort them (or not), then throw them in a machine, push a button, and walk away. Some time will pass, a buzzer will sound, you remove the clothes, throw them in another machine and walk away. That’s pretty much it
Not so here.
Here, washing is done on hand. Of course, some people do have washing machines, but we don’t. We wash on hand, like most people.
What that means is buckets of water, washing soap, and time. Wash, wash, rinse, rinse, hang to dry. And sometime rushing out to gather the clothes from the drying line before a sudden rainstorm hits.
My wife hates washing clothes. It is tiring and dull and not so gentle on the hands. Me? I don’t mind it so much. Except washing towels and jeans. That is no fun.
But I will not wash today. Tomorrow, perhaps, I will.
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