Earl informed me this morning that there are only three months left until Christmas Eve. I wasn’t even out of bed when he made this observation, but I felt exhausted. There’s a lot of work to Christmas. Nevertheless, once I rose I put Earl to work ordering gifts that I‘d been considering for various family members and friends. He likes Christmas more than I do, so he set to the task with a will.
My list of things to do today also included ironing the clothes that Earl washed this past weekend. Laundry is a love/hate thing with me. Earl does the actual washing, so that’s not a problem. He does the drying and folding too. But where the love/hate thing comes in is in the ironing of the items involved. I hate to iron, but I love to wear pressed clothing. I wish I could be a perma-press type of gal, but I’m not. So about twice a month I resign myself to eliminating wrinkles from my pants, tops, shirts, etc. Recently, I wrote about how using an iPod helps pass this pressing time, but it’s still a couple hours from my day.
‘Pressing’ is a word with various meanings, but whether one is considering deadlines or ironing boards, the concept is the same. There is a heavy weight on the shoulders to get something done so that one can enjoy the end result. I’m not sure which kind of pressing — the work involved in Christmas or the work involved in wearing clothing with smart creases — has the heavier weight. I do know, however, that I always enjoy the end result of both.
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