It seems I've spent a lifetime trying to impress upon the Farmer just how much behind the scenes work it takes to keep life rolling along smoothly. The problem is generational. We are stuck like glue to the dynamics of the generation in which we were raised.
Those in the generation before us had less advanced appliances, fabrics that required tons of work and less technological advantages. Women generally did not work outside of the home and were therefore CEO's of the homestead.
For my mother's generation keeping a clean home, managing to put us out the door neatly dressed with mended clothing and putting home cooked food on the table was a point of pride. That attitude spilled onto my generation, although things changed a bit as we moved forward through the women's movement.
I appreciate all the shortcuts and labor saving devices that have been developed, especially the advances in fabrics. I can remember my mother sprinkling the clean laundry with water from a bottle with a cork stopper sprinkler head. The clothing would be folded and rolled up and placed in the refrigerator to keep damp and cool until she found time to iron.
OH.... ironing! I love to iron but I remember it being a task of pure drudgery for my mom. We'd steer clear of her on ironing day. For me it's pleasureable to put a Netflix movie on my computer and iron.
The generational clean-house-pride is probably why I am so baffled by stay-at-home moms who have cleaning ladies. Truth be told I'd probably love to have a cleaning lady but it continues to feel wrong in my world view. Some day I'll get over it and come into the 21st century.
Another pleasurable chore is mowing. We have two acres which requires at least two hours on the lawn tractor. I enjoy being outdoors in the fresh air. The noise of the mower does not allow me to appreciate the quiet countryside but the hum of the engine does produce a type of white noise which allows my mind to wander. I've solve many a problem thinking and riding that tractor.
Within minutes of cutting a path down the side yard the birds appear, swirling and diving from all directions. At times they barely miss my head. At first I thought there was a nest nearby that they were protecting. I walked the property, searching in every tree for the nest. There were none to be found. A quick question on an internet forum produced the answer. The beautiful streamlined birds were barn swallows, drawn by the promise of a quick meal.
The mower stirs up insects in the grass and the swallows dive in for the meal. Barn swallows are just beautiful, with creamy undersides, backs and wings covered with blue/black feathers that shimmer in the light. They're so graceful and sleek, with forked swallowtails.
How about you? Are you stuck in a generational rut? Do you have favorite chores and those you dread?
Personally, I'll wash dishes all day by hand rather than unload that dishwasher!