Wives
Once, a little 'time ago, not long ago but a little' time ago, the time it takes to make an old home, begin to grow old house, when the tubes begin to lose and the external plaster to crumble when the electrical system is no longer under the windows and do not close properly and the wood splinters taxes and spreads the floor, that the cracks between tile and a wider, and in another middle is a dark and does not go away as door handles are perhaps a bit 'rusty and the seat is fully depressed and loosen the sofa and the refrigerator changed three or four times in that house and have passed at least three families and children are now grandparents and other children may face tougher and longer and happier, everything on the formula will tell someone, in short, a time not very old but old enough to be write a fairy tale, once the carers were called wives.
wives paid attention to everything. First, sewed and ironed and polished shoes because if one left the house with his clothes wrinkled and without buttons or unstitched edges or pillowcase hanging in the house meant that there was no one who cared for nothing and then it was a house really poor, poor care, affection, wisdom and work, a home for homeless and unfortunate. A house without a wife.
and wives looked after the kitchen. But not processed, refined or exotic cuisine or diet or healthy. The wives looked after the kitchen to raise children, to heal the sick, to feed the elderly, those without teeth, without hearing, without having and had no appetite just like the old one when you do not put your dentures or hearing aids nor cataract surgeries and did not come out in a wheelchair and did not have the physical therapist or drip so it was a stunt to get them to eat , drink, have a bowel movement, piss and that was a work of carers who were called in those days, wives with their kitchen and were able to parry, to defer as much as possible the arrival of the doctor who arrived when most of the time killed. And the wives were aware of the Monacelle, the remedies of the Monacelli and they boiled some tea, one for pee, to go to a body, for joy, one for sleeping, one for the liver, for fever. And the carefully-hidden carers-called wives to the doctor that combined in the kitchen because the kitchen was stuff in there and they could enter only other wives or future wives or wives in retirement, no man could put his nose. E-
wives carers understood he had been conceived a son or a son about to be born and when he was dying an old man. There was no need of the doctor, from certain signs incomprehensible to most but not their wives carers understand life, its beginning, its end, its parentheses.
and wives did as an architect in the homes, landscaping, decorations, woven fabric, the maintenance, embroidery and knitting. In every house you could hear the sound of the pedal there was always a chair near a window, the light is right for embroidery.
wives - not when carers were paid, had no salary, nor the settlement, neither the board. From where the old had to get it alone, hoping that the younger wife-caregivers to care for them as they had treated the mother-in-law, his mother, the spinster aunt. And then hope not to live long, not too long, because old age is sad when you can no longer take care of someone.
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