Wednesday, February 13, 2013
It's Official - I'm Obsolete
It is a sad state of affairs when you learn you are obsolete via the nightly news. But that is just what happened to me this week.
It seems the people who run the Monopoly game business also ran a survey to learn which board token should be "retired"; and it turned out to be the iron.
It was replaced with a cat.
Oh, puh-leeze. Just when was the last time a four-footed fur ball put a nice crease in your best slacks? I mean, honestly ...
Of course, it wasn't really that much of a shock to the system. I have long suspected that I am one of only three people left in America who still actually irons. I would love to know who the other two are, incidentally.
I actually enjoy ironing. Probably because I only do it when I feel like it, and I only have to do a few pieces at a time.
Back when you had to iron everything you wore, or go out the door looking like you just fell out of bed, things were different. Of course, as it turns out, those who ran around looking wrinkled and woe-begotten were simply twenty five years ahead of their time.
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Oh, well. Such are the vagaries of life. I plan to keep on ironing as long as I have the strength to set up the old board, and plug in the iron. It relaxes me, and it gives me a wonderful sense of satisfaction when I am finished with a whole set of freshly pressed blouses, slacks and shirts. They look nice and smell wonderful!
So if the trade off is satisfaction, a sense of completion, and a good olfactory experience vs. being obsolete in a society which indulges in what is called "planned obsolescence" every single day - well, color me happy
I am content to be officially obsolete - my blouses still look better than they need to :)
True, I won't pass go and I won't collect two hundred dollars. And I definitely don't plan to get a cat. (Holly, would have a fit.)
But all in all, I am okay with it. # # # # #
Hope your day was a good one and that your favorite board piece was not snatched and declared obsolete. Or you either. Until next time ... Marsha