The smell of freshly-washed sheets make me happy. When I pick up my dry cleaning, I welcome the waft of laundry detergents, fabric softeners, and dryer sheets. I like hanging clothes to dry under the sun and watching blankets on clothespins billowing against the wind. It is one of my simplest pleasures. I am like one of those housewives on the soap commercials, smelling fresh, clean shirts as if those were their greatest accomplishments on earth.
Despite a bad back that had me taking a day off from work, I did one load of laundry today. I couldn't stand the sight of my overflowing clothes hamper. As I sorted out the whites from the colored ones, I was able to sort out some of my thoughts. As I my clothes got cleaned inside the washing machine, I imagined my life getting washed as well.
Come to think of it, I am growing more and more domesticated as the years go by. I enjoy shopping, yes, but I've also come to enjoy cooking. Perhaps I'm just going back to my childhood joys, alongside reading and playing the piano.
I don't like noisy malls and traffic. I don't like parties and loud music. I don't remember that I ever did, but now I'm staying away more from them.
So I will end this post and go back to finish my book. It's raining outside. And I'm glad to be home.