Today's topic of discussion is as mundane as it gets: Laundry.
Although laundry is, without a doubt, the most cumbersome and monotonous of household chores, it occupies a significant amount of time and therefore deserves its very own essay. 'Sides... it allows for several opportunities to use paradigm in a sentence.
During the olden days, and even today in some parts of the world, the laundry paradigm was a social event. All of the lady-folk from all of the villages would gather at the river to drag fabric along rocks. I presume they laughed, and complained, and solved a few problems, and criticized Sally when she wasn't there because of her helicopter-like parenting. I suppose in the olden days, and in some circumstances today, laundry might have been something to look forward to: an event; a gathering; a civic cattle-call; even a relief.
Take Mikey's laundry paradigm for example. Mikey's my dad and has made laundry a "thing" for the last 33 years. That many years ago, Mikey found himself a new bachelor in a house without a washer and dryer. He decided to visit the local laundry mat so as to accommodate his laundry needs. I presume the laundry mat ritual was a temporary arrangement. He discovered, however, that his weekly laundry mat be-in was something of a joy.
I've been to this laundry mat be-in with Mikey a few times. Besides the need for quarters and the task of packing-it-up, the laundry mat is an extremely efficient use of time.* Mikey would sort by color and throw each load into a washer. While the wash was whirling – for somewhere around 40 minutes – he'd read a magazine, or watch some sports, or organize stuff. He would relax. When the 40 minutes were up, he'd move each of those loads into a dryer. While drying, he'd go back to magazine-reading, sports-watching, and stuff-organizing. He would relax some more. When the dryers stopped, usually one at a time, he'd fold and hang.
The whole process was two hours, tops.
Compare 'n contrast Mikey's paradigm to my laundry process and you'll see a whole lot of wasted time. It's not two hours, tops. It can be a whole day. A whole day without the relaxation of magazine-reading, or sport-watching, or acute-organizing. And when that day is over, the laundry baskets are half full again.
A few weeks ago, just before shifting my laundry paradigm, I'd have what we women call Laundry Day. One day each weak, from before sun-up to well after sun-down, and maybe into the next day, I'd wash. The machines would run all day. All day. The reason for the all day thing is so we can "get it all done," and so that the rest of the week could be free of laundry. The trouble, though, is there's no such thing as getting laundry "all done," and the rest of the week was never free of laundry.
You're seeing why I needed that paradigm shift, right? Right! 'Cept I didn't go all the way over to the laundry mat paradigm. My new laundry paradigm is – get this – one, maybe two loads, every day, in the morning. I throw in a batch before I run, I return from the run and throw it in the dryer. Maybe rinse 'n repeat while doing breakfast and piano practice. Laundry is over 'n done by 9:00am.
It's totally changed my world. Hence the need for all those sentences with a paradigm in 'em.
Speaking of a world totally gone changed, you should see me play Apocalypse Please on my new piano. It's horribly awesome!