I spent Friday afternoon at la lavanderia, as I do every other Friday afternoon, doing the wash, reading, listening to music, chewing on a gumball, and watching my neighbors wash, dry, and fold their laundry, too.
Every two weeks everything gets cleaned, dried, folded, and put back in the shelves at home. And two weeks later, it is all back in the laundry basket, waiting to be cleaned again. What do people get for all the toil and anxious striving with which they labor under the sun? Things seem to get dirty as quickly as we wash them clean.