THANK THE GOOD LORD FOR MONDAYS

I love a Monday.  Thank the Good Lord for Mondays.

Do you know I don't mind Mondays?  A Monday never bothered me.  I like the feeling of change, thinking that the week ahead is a blank slate and I can make it what I want.  It's a lot like the New Years tradition of making resolutions that will make a difference...empty, full of potential, brand new.

My Kentuckian maternal grandmother always did laundry on Monday.  Now that was a task!  I remember my own mother using a wringer washer in the kitchen to wash our clothes, and how murky was the water!  So I can't imagine how my grandmother did it.

We wee kids were admonished to "keep away, you'll get something caught and it'll hurt bad."  Never did she tell us we'd die, that meant an end.  She said we'd get hurt and we knew what hurt was.

Anyway, grandma's washing was quite the ordeal.  First, warm up the house.  There were two coal burning stoves -- one in the dining area that was open to the kitchen through a half wall.  The other was in the living room which also heated the connecting bedroom and new bathroom.  Yes, she had an outhouse until my father built her a plumbed bathroom.  That thing was a two seater and one side had a cracked ring, you absolutely did not want to sit there!

Those coal stoves were quite the intriguing monsters.  You opened it's mouth on top to make sure the fire was stoked.  It seemed to say, "Waaaaaaa" and shoot red flames at you.  Then you opened it's bottom to pull out the tray of ashes to be discarded.  There were red fireballs in there that we, again, weren't allowed to bother, "You'll get burnt and it'll hurt."  Their brand names were Warm Mornings -- appropriate.

Grandma had to get those up and running before carrying the water from the cistern out back to heat up and then wash the clothes.  Little doilies that she made from crochet thread onto wooden spools with nails in the end were always starched.  To dry she stretched and pinned them onto a board so they'd keep their shape.  

That was her Monday work, I've always tried to emulate her in that way.   What a nifty idea, to have a day assigned.  Then you don't have to panic the rest of the week over laundry!  

Monday -- reclaim the house from the weekend, plan the project to get done throughout the weekdays, and rest the brain from all the jabbers of weekend peoples.

On Mondays those peoples are back in their own homes, then you can send the other boys off to school, kiss the hubby goodbye for work, and the bulk of the day is yours.  Take a nap after lunch?  Who me?  No way.  Grandma would, but I wouldn't do that!

Besides, I gotta help Dr. Sloan, Matlock and Perry Mason solve some murders.
Yah, that's the ticket.  I've got sleuthing to do!  Did I say sleuthing, I meant sloshing.  Gotta slosh some water in my new electric agitating clothes washer.

LOL, thank the Good Lord for that!
Thank the Good Lord for ALL of that!
Happy Monday! 

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