I love it at night, it's peaceful. And when it cools down I sometimes do some ironing, I don't realy care for it. I work full time and too busy for most housework. I remember the old woman who taught me to iron, I was about 15 then and somehow got a live in job taking care of a woman who had been an able - bodied, healthy woman until the accident or tumour , or something that caused her to be paralysed.( I think the county who were heavily involved in our family life at the time ) arranged the whole thing.

The woman had an electric wheel chair. She could move her head and arms but not her hands and fingers. She had this clamp attached to her arm and I'd have to open it and put a cup or pencil in it and then she could maneuver it. She would tell me how to do things. She would instruct me in great detail on the correct way to do things. She taught me how to make gravy with corn starch, perfectly, her home was perfect and beautiful. She would follow me around in her electric wheel chair to make sure I did everything EXACTLY right. I am sure she had been a perfect home maker. She would have me fold everything, including socks and underwear. I was used to throwing it in a drawer. She had me iron sheets and pillowcases. I would grumble silently and wish terrible things on her. She taught me the right way to make a bed and tuck the corners. No such thing as fitted sheets. I know sometimes she'd get frustrated and impatient with me. I knew she wanted to grab it and do it herself, but she never yelled or scolded. Only insisted I do it right, I didn't like it much but I did it.

Today I can iron pretty well I know where to start on a shirt, the right way to do the collar and sleeves, and do not run over the buttons. Now that I think about it, I don't think she was an old lady. I think she might have been about my age now, anyway, when I iron, I think of her for all the things I learned when I thought I was the giver. So much more than the tasks I performed.

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