Day 4 - 240 -- Another Monday

Mondays. They bring the promise of a new week, but often seem to be drenched in the anguish of the end of a weekend. Getting into the rhythm of the week days means that Monday can be the day when people have less sleep, are less productive and are more prone to accidents. Perhaps this is what brings the Monday dread.

As a child, Monday was laundry day. Clothes lines throughout the neighbourhood were filled with linens and clothes flying in the wind -- or hanging limply waiting on a breeze. Even in the winter clothes were out. I recall my grandmother bringing in items frozen stiff and propping them up around the kitchen to thaw before folding or ironing. My grandfather's long johns would be standing upright by the back door on days such as these. <smile>  The city bylaw banned burning on Mondays -- refuse was still burned in barrels in the alley ways behind homes in those days. So, no burning meant no smoke to taint that fresh laundry odour -- all done without beads or scented stuff that creates carcinogens in the dryer and its vents. <sigh>. In Louisiana long before I was born, big pots of boiling water were used to wash clothes before hanging them to dry. With the fires fully stoked for the day and little time left to cook meals, red beans and rice became the staple for Monday washing day dinner.  Beans and rice could be boiled in smaller pots during the day and came to be known as Lundi beans. So the tradition of washday Monday went far beyond southern Saskatchewan. <smile>

Today came with some frustrations and some calmer activities. When thinking of a song for the day, I chose one sung by a '60s group with a Canadian front man -- actually a Nova Scotian fellow. Harmonies make the sound for this one. Enjoy!

Monday, Monday -- The Mamas and the Papas.