My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
I inwardly grimaced when I picked up Corey to head to Indianapolis on Saturday. Why? He was carrying the familiar gray laundry bag tightly packed with dirty clothing.
Midnight bedtime for me, I thought. A trip to Indianapolis meant that laundry would be completed much later in the day.
Surprisingly, my mother came to mind, and how she asked for my dirty laundry. She loved ironing and doing laundry. When she came for visits when we lived in Kansas, she specifically asked for ironing. Mitch always commented on her ironing skills, a skill missing from my resume.
The quote from Erma Bombeck would not resonate with her. ” I love ironing,” she would say.
Three years have passed, but her memories keep going. Who would have thought that a gray laundry bag filled with clothing would remind me of her?
A Journey Worth Remembering 