Conversation

My washing machine is broken. It's been broken long enough that I hand washed clothes.

As I washed, I thought. About clothes, the old cottage, "women's work," and the books I might be reading if I weren't washing (all written by white, male academics (!)), and the blog post I might write this evening (time permitting). About leisure, privilege, patience and time. And wisdom never recorded. Then, my girl thanked me for doing her washing and so I also thought about care and small acts of care.