My mom's day program nurses and aides are brilliant. Yesterday I got a note sent home in my mom's snack box. The nurses told me how they got a bunch of small hand towels and gave them to my mom to fold. She happily folded the laundry... she loves laundry.
Once she finished folding the towels, the aid would thank her and take the basket away. The aid would then unfold all the towels and bring her a "new" basket of towels to fold.
My mom was given an opportunity to feel like she's making a difference; she feels that she has a job. The laundry job sure did make her happy and helps keep her from wandering out of boredom. She comes home happy after a day of "work."
Often, real life seems like an endless basket of laundry; it can be pointless but when we believe it's for a good reason, we do the task repeatedly without asking the question... why? Living life, doing the same thing over and over again is akin to my mom's endless basket of laundry. We all do tasks, we go to work, we run on treadmills... we fold laundry; over and over again. Why?