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.
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
My husband always teases me because he says I don't know how to use an iron. I do - but it happens rarely! I have a hand held steamer that works really well though. :)
ReplyDeletemari,
DeleteI tried one of those steamer-thingies one time, but I burned myself. So I'll stick to ironing. Glad yours works well for you1 :)
I wondered which piece would go and which would be chosen. So the cat is in, and the iron is out. I am not one of the other two people who still iron; maybe they will leave comments here.
ReplyDeleteTerra,
DeleteEven if you do not iron, I am still glad you stopped by. :)
I'm with you! My iron will never be obsolete. Iron on, my friend, iron on!
ReplyDeleteShelly,
DeleteI might have known that you would be one of the "other two". We must be "brothers from another mother." :) Let us press on..... (groan)
My ironing board is always set up with iron on it, ready for action! Probably a trait inherited from my Mother and the "olden days" of which I am a member. My daughters also are big fans of the iron, one always packs a traveling iron on vacations!
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine a cat gliding across a Monopoly board nearly as nicely as an iron...nope, just can't do it.
Pat,
DeleteWell, now our happy trio is complete. So the three people still ironing in American are you, me and Shelly. Makes perfect sense.
(Your daughters can be honorary ironers. :)
I very conveniently do not know how to iron, but I don't like the Monopoly iron being replaced by a cat. It's just wrong.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Janie,
DeleteNice to hear from you, but I just can't figure out how it is "convenient" to not know how to iron. It would drive me crazy. :)
But if it works for 'ya, stick with it. :)
I am one of the number who rarely irons these days. It has never been a favourite task of mine. But I agree a nicely ironed shirt or blouse, is splendid.
ReplyDeleteI actually enjoy ironing (even though I never get it all caught up). Someone irons in my house almost every day.
ReplyDeleteI cannot say that I enjoy ironing but I do it! In our Pre-K 3 class we showed a picture of an iron and they didn't know what it was. We were working on the letter "I". Heidi and I laughed and laughed.
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