Life is too short to waste it folding underwear. I’ve watched people carefully fold their delicates into a perfect origami but I’m a simple person. The only thing that matters to me is if your underwear must be donned in the dark and hours later you find that in the dark, you had put them on inside out….an embarrassing situation. Yes, my Mom was one of those who preached to never wear holey undies “just in case” you were in an accident. Well, I would think being in an accident would cause an accident in itself and no one is going to come remotely close enough to those undies to notice or care whether they are holey, inside out or folded previously to being worn.
A good friend and I once made a pact that if one of us should pass on to the Pearly Gates, the other would immediately go over to the deceased’s home and clean under the fridge, stove, washer, dryer and beds. Oh the embarrassment of someone finding dirt in your house…but does it really matter? You’re dead. They are going to talk about you no matter what and I doubt if the topic of conversation would ever be, “Oh my God, did you look under her fridge? She must have 10 years of dust bunnies residing under there…just what was she thinking? Didn’t she know we’d check under there after she was gone?!!”
I’ve wondered about the hand towel/dishtowel debate since I was looked at with mortification for wiping my hands with a dishtowel after having washed a sink full of dishes at a family doing before starting to dry the very dishes I had just washed…with my hands! Oh, the scandal of it all! Does it really matter if you dry your hands on a dish towel as long as you’ve washed your hands with soap and water first? After all, those hands are the very hands that will be touching the dish as you dry it on the dishtowel and also touching the very dishtowel you have just been forbidden to wipe your hands on! The germ police may be knocking at my door shortly but they will have to talk long and hard before they can thoroughly convince me on this topic!
Ah yes, the redundancies of life seem to be hitting me full fledged as of late. They hit me hard one day when I was intent on capturing some shots of a barn swallow feeding her babies. I had taken my camera inside to check photo quality when my husband walked in past my tripod sitting on the front deck. “What’s the tripod for,” he asked. Abstaining (honest!) from rolling eyes and slapping my forehead, I replied, “The camera.” I knew the true intention of his question was what were you taking pictures of? Is language, as we once knew it, becoming a lost art?
Yes, life is too short to waste folding underwear but it is definitely made richer and more humorous when you can laugh at the little odd and sometimes annoying headshakers that pass by. It’s been said that God has a sense of humor – he made man didn’t he? Wouldn’t it make sense that He installed those redundant tendencies on purpose just to amuse us all on occasion?