Laundry

No, this isn't to lament the piles and piles of laundry that get folded around here each week. I'm thankful for the washing machine and dryer; glad I don't have to beat the clothes against a rock in the lake and then hang them over tree branches to dry. I am thankful for detergent that smells fresh and for dryer sheets that make the clothes snuggly soft.

But mostly, I am thankful for a particular laundry basket. Every time I use it (which is almost daily), it reminds me of Grandpa and Grandma Schoon. (Not because of the mountains and mountains of laundry that I know Grandma washed, hung on the line and dried for years and years - not to mention all the folding, although that reminds me of the time I caught her refolding a display of towels at the Park Store because they weren't neat enough...). No, I am reminded of Grandpa and Grandma because I inherited this laundry basket when Grandma was downsizing.

I imagine the conversation went something like this: Grandma -"Another laundry basket broke. I wish they made them stronger!" Grandpa -"I can take care of that." Hence, wooden supports (routered and sanded, nonetheless...) screwed into the plastic.

I've had this laundry basket going on ten years now, still no cracks in the plastic! I think Grandpa would be pleased. I know I am - it makes me happy, even doing the laundry!