When I was growing up there were a couple of things that got done on the weekend, and one was mowing the yard. The other was washing the family car.
I know it is hard to believe, but until after I got my driver's license, our family only had one car.
It was that way because we didn't need another car and couldn't afford a second one anyway. I was living with my mother then, and I can still see her out in the driveway washing the car. There were plenty of times that I helped, but I was usually trapped behind the lawn mower.
After all the chores were done, we would often go out for dinner on Saturday night.
When my parents got back together we still went down to one car until I got my driver's license.
There weren't many Saturdays when I was home that I didn't wash my car. I was fortunate as an only child and got some nice cars overs the years.
There was a downside. I got sent off to a Presbyterian military school in Tennessee for my high school years. I didn't get to see my car very often until my senior year when I got to keep it at school, but not drive it unless I had to rush home to see my dad who was in and out of the hospital that year.
Still I enjoy washing a car, it is a job which can be very rewarding. I also admit finding the mowing that I do pleasurable so I may be a little weird, but maybe that is what happens when your formative years were the fifties and sixties.
Washing my car is a different thing down on the coast. We're right on the water and though our driveway water is filtered before it hits the water behind the house, I would just as soon use a place farther from the water so I usually stop at a car wash where I can use one of those power wands.
It is not as much fun as doing it in your own driveway and being able to admire your handwork, but I'll still get to that once in a while when we visit Roanoke.
I guess that is just one of the trade offs for living on the coast.