I am surrounded by laundry. On one side of the living room is the kids' stuff hanging up; on the other side is mine. Next to me is a pile of towels and unmentionables waiting to be folded, and hidden away in the dryer is more towels and socks. Hanging stuff up definitely saves on the electric bill, but it sure does make me miss my old clothes line.
My clothes line was a thing of beauty. Round flower beds surrounded the posts and three lines were hung between. About halfway down (the pole) was my kid-friendly line. It was one of those that you could pull out and hook on the other pole and was easily accessible by my ever-present kids. The best days were those beautiful, breezy days where I could carry a big basket out back, tie on my clothes-pin apron (yes, I really had one of those) and fill up all three lines. Usually my tag-along helper would have the duty of hanging dishtowels on the line they could reach. The afternoon would pass by and back out we would go, gathering in the clothes a whole faster than we put them out.
My favorite? Sheets dried in the sunshine.
And little pairs of boxer shorts swinging in the breeze.
I can't hang out clothes where we live now. The neighbor's burn barrel schedule across the street is too sporadic, plus I have no good place to put a line anyway. I still have my clothes-pin apron, only it's hanging in a lonely spot by the shovels and rakes. I just hate to get rid of it. You never know when the husband might cut down a few trees or the neighbors asphyxiate from the toxic plumes of smoke they produce on any given day.
And I'm just joking about the asphyxiation part. They really are nice people.
They just haven't caught on to the concept that plastic was not meant to burn.
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I had Cliff take down our clothesline years ago when I was working because I didn't use it enough to justify using it. But when Rena moved here, she wanted a clothesline. So I use hers! I don't have to feel guilty if I don't use it, because after all, it isn't mine. And yet it's there when I want to use it. Win/win.
For over a week, Rena has had only herself to do laundry for and cook for. I'm crossing my fingers it stays that way.
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