Ayer, mientras lavaba, se me ocurrió la idea de hacer este post y compartir con ustedes parte de mi cotidianidad, porque lavar también es otra de las muchas actividades que hacemos las damas.
Hello, friends. A pleasure to greet you, especially the members of this community where I am introducing myself for the second time.
Yesterday, while I was washing, I got the idea to make this post and share part of my daily life with you, because doing laundry is also another one of the many activities we women do.

Washing clothes every weekend is one of the many routines in my life, whether it's on Saturday or Sunday; that depends on whether or not I have plans to go out, which are almost always related to literature. So, since no one else will do it for me, I set out to wash the clothes of my mom, my dad, my son, and my own. I used to be able to count on my daughter's help but she no longer lives in Cuba.

We Cubans don't have laundromats to go to and wash, at least not that I know of, at least not middle-class people like me. But washing, for me, is not a bother; it's something I do gladly, unlike other household chores that I enjoy less, ironing, for example.

If conditions allowed it, perhaps I could wash less frequently, so the clothes wouldn't pile up as much, but there are many factors that influence that: first is time, second is that there is water, third is that there is detergent (or soap as a substitute), and fourth, which is no less important for being last, is that there is electricity.

Yes, here you can't make many plans when it comes to electrical issues. Something as simple as washing clothes can become an odyssey; when you least expect it, the power goes out and you're left halfway through. Luckily, my prayers were heard and yesterday that wasn't the case. The objective and subjective conditions were in place.

It dawned sunny with few clouds, although in the afternoons it almost always gets cloudy and a shower falls. I have the advantage of washing at my parents' house, and since I live on the second floor, I hang the clothes on the roof where there's enough sun and air for them to dry quickly. Of course, the spin dryer also helps, that blessed invention that means we don't have to hurt our hands much wringing clothes out.

Well, it turns out that right in the middle of the hustle and bustle, the plastic button on the spin dryer broke and it was almost impossible for me to press it with my fingers, but I was convinced that it wouldn't be a serious problem knowing my dad's ingenuity, who, "quicker than a rooster crows," found an excellent and practical solution.

-This washer is going to be the button from now on, it fits perfectly into the metal grooves where the button is activated, problem solved- he told me.

After that, I felt relieved and continued with my task. To protect myself from the sun (you have to protect yourself from the sun), I always put on a long-sleeved pullover and my son's cap. Yes, I know I look like a softball player.

In the afternoon, as expected, it got cloudy and even thundered, but in the end it was a false alarm. Luckily, the rain didn't reach here and my clothes (and I) got lucky. Yesterday's laundry load was big, although it's not always like that; it depends on the heat and the number of items of clothing used during the week.


Later in the evening, around 7 pm, a friend who lives a few blocks away called me to go to her house for a while to listen to music and talk. So, I took off my homemaker outfit, got dressed, and ended the day with chats, dancing, laughter, and memories.
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