You might live in the suburbs. You might live on a boat. Your home might be your fixed abode or you might come and go. You might spend some parts of the year in one part of the world and other times at other places. You might be travelling around Australia. Regardless of where you are, there are always jobs to be done. Jobs like getting the clothes washed and dried.
I sometimes like to imagine that I don't need to do any of these jobs. I like to think that they just magically happen. That they just get done. I can get on with more interesting things like reading or taking photos. I don't need to live my life with jobs like washing in it.
Perhaps it's one of the reasons I like to travel. Although you still need to do the basics and washing your clothes might be one of those things it fades into insignificance as you do way more interesting things. At home the jobs can take over your life. Your day to day routine can be one of washing, cleaning and cooking. These jobs tire me out. They never end.Just when you finish you almost have to start again. There's just a never ending list.
I reflect on my grandparents' lives and their parents before them. Their lives were much harsher than mine. Washing clothes was a full day's job.Heating the water, using basic equipment to wash and squeeze out the clothes, pegging out and hoping the clothes would get dry. Willing the breeze to blow in the right direction at the right time. When I reflect on their lack of time saving devices I can't imagine what their lives were like. I feel quite guilty as I think about how little time my chores take compared to them. I guess my life has some different pressures though.