Going Through a Bad Patch

Another Ironing Day

It’s been a hard week in our corner of Oysterville.  I can tell — not because the days have been long and hard and full of pain and sickness, but also bccause my “daily” blog hasn’t been seen or heard from since June 3rd.  And, I ask you this:  which is harder — to suffer pain yourself, or to watch a loved one struggle in agony and be unable to help?

Napkins, Pillow Cases, Ironing Oh My!

I suppose I’ve spent my time doing what women everywhere do (or at least once did) when they cannot ease the suffering of a child or mate.  I ironed.  Yes, I still do that now and then.  The linen napkins, the pillow cases (but never the sheets), and once in a while (like now) the frilly lace collar and bodice of an old-timey costume I might wear again sometime.  You never know.

I used to iron in earnest — if you can count ironing to earn your allowance when you are in high school.  Even my father’s dress shirts and, of course, my own calf-length (never shorter!) peasant skirts and tailored white blouses with Peter Pan collars.  I believe I earned the grand sum of $2.50 each week for my labors.  It took a lot of ironing to save enough for those cashmere sweaters that were all the rage in the early 1950s!

Sleeping Nyel

These days, though, I iron for the pure pleasure of it — a rather mindless activity that gives me time to think (or not!) — perhaps to work out the “what comes next” parts or perhaps to think of new ways to solve old problems.  Whatever goes on in my head probably isn’t worth recounting — even if I could remember.  But, as usual, I feel rested and renewed from the activity and… look at all those crisp stacks of napkins and pillow cases that seemed to stack up effortlessly.

But… the ironing is caught up now for another season or two.  Oh how I wish we were through this bad patch as well!

3 Responses to “Going Through a Bad Patch”

  1. Andrea Patten says:

    You are a true, loving care taker of ultimate patience and faithfulness – something I can only hope to be able to approximate in a loose sense, if necessary at some point. What a model you portray! Best heartfelt wishes to you both.
    Andrea

  2. My Dear Cousin and Friend of my Heart, You are a model of love for all of us whom you allow to walk this vale with you. Thank you for ironing! Thank you for speaking about the hard things! You are very generous, Cuz. I love you and respect you… Always, KK

  3. Deborah L Wells says:

    Sydney – the ironing is a good way to spend some time to get over Nyel and it will help your mind to clear – I had friends come to stay with me until my kids got here!! I was numb and could not think of anything to do-I started crocheting and did a bunch of it and tore it out and started over several times trying to decide what I would make!! Deb

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