I recently watched the Amazon series The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. It's about a 1950s housewife and mother who decides to try and make it as a comedian in an extremely male-dominated field. It took me a little time to get into it, but the show's endearing quality grew on me. And I love its style. Mrs. Maisel's parents (the Weissmans) live in a beautiful Upper West Side apartment with multiple bedrooms, bathrooms and sitting rooms, a fireplace, a grand piano (seriously, their apartment is to die for). My favorite part of their life, however, is their Polish housemaid Zelda.
Zelda does everything - she cooks, cleans, shops, answers the phone, wraps the gifts, hires extra help when needed, and probably more. The only thing she doesn't do is drive. I'm not sure if she lives with the family, but she's always there, in the morning to hand them their first cup of coffee and at night to clean up after dinner. She doesn't say much, but her presence is felt. The more I watched the show, the more I noticed her, and thought about her, and started to wonder what it would be like to have a Zelda.
In my life, I've experienced Zelda only fleetingly, and never at full capacity. At some point in my childhood, I remember my mother hired a woman to clean our house every other week. When Kaz was very ill, a friend sent a maid service to help clean our apartment once a week, which was extremely generous and greatly appreciated.
The closest thing to a full Zelda experience was when I went to a writing residency at the Vermont Studio Center several years ago. For four blissful weeks, my only responsibility was to clean my clothes (at the local laundromat). Everything else was done for me (and the other residents). My day consisted of walking to the mess hall for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and the rest of the time writing in a private office. It was HEAVEN.
Many art and writing residencies are like this. The whole point is to provide you the time and space to focus solely on your work. It's such a luxury.
I have a writer friend whose husband does most of the cooking, shopping and cleaning. She used to do these things when he worked, but now he's retired and they've sort of switched roles. She writes all day and comes down for her meals. He takes care of the house. Luckily, he truly enjoys cooking and is very talented. It's a beautiful thing.
In my house, there is no Zelda, or version of her. There's only me. Before the pandemic, I had a woman come to clean my house every other week, and a dog walker come twice a week. I was working full-time and would come home on my lunch hour to walk the dog on the other days. Then I was let go. These days, the dog walker comes one afternoon a week (Fridays) and walks Ruby with other dogs, which is good for all three of us.
But if I had the money... you better believe I would hire a Zelda. Maybe more than one - like one for the inside and one for the outside (a gardener). I hope that doesn't sound terrible - I love my house and know how lucky I am to have it. I just sometimes wish I had some help taking care of it, because everything takes so much time.
I'm fantasizing here... but if I had a Zelda, I wouldn't have to clean the house, or shop, or do the laundry, or cook every meal, or perform any type of maintenance. I wouldn't have to mow the lawn, or remember to take out the trash. I could sit in my office all day (writing, of course) and know that meals would be ready when I come down, the house is clean, the dog is walked, the yard is tidy, and absolutely everything is taken care of. What a dream!
This might actually be why I'm working so hard - to be able to hire my very own Zelda one day.
Then again, I can imagine having a Zelda could be a little addictive, and possibly a never-ending cycle.
Like, if I had a lot of money, I would probably get a bigger house, with land, on which I'd put a bigger garden and more animals (I've always wanted a horse). Eventually, I might want more than one house, or a house with a guest house. And a pool, and possibly a pond.
Who's going to take care of all that if not a small army of Zeldas? Can you imagine? It actually sounds like a headache and terribly excessive for one person.
The irony is that, except for certain tasks, I rather enjoy doing most of the chores. I get a strange satisfaction from washing dishes, which I do first thing in the morning. It's like starting the day with a clean slate and a sense of accomplishment. And I absolutely love to cook. It's a hobby actually. As is gardening. And of course, you all know how much I love hiking with my dog. So, I don't know... maybe a part-time Zelda to help with things would be ideal.
Or maybe what I'm really craving is a life partner. Someone to help shoulder the burdens of life, do the chores with, and so many other things.
If you have a Zelda, or partner who helps maintain things and makes life a little easier (btw, I'm not equating a maid with a partner), I hope you realize what a blessing it is. One day, I'll get there.
In the meantime, I'm fine taking care of myself and my house and my dog on my own.
And to relax in the evenings, I'm re-watching the series Downton Abbey, which is, of course, completely over the top with Zeldas doing everything and then standing silently in the room pretending not to listen to your conversation (weird). But as Chance the gardener (Peter Sellers) said in the moving Being There, "I like to watch."
Have a great week, everyone!