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The Art And Craft of Hanging Out the Wash
Unless it’s life or death. Then it’s something else.
We live simply here in the boondocks. We’re surrounded by the outdoors and not much else. I love to be outdoors when the air is warm in the sun and cool in the shade and a breeze is moving in off the water. On days like that I want nothing more than to be out there hanging the wash.
I have a dryer in the garage but that doohickey that keeps the temperature steady and shuts the dryer off when it senses no more moisture is broken, and the dryer won’t stop until I manually hit the button. I have to set the timer on the fridge in order to remember to go out there to the detached garage and shut the thing down. If I forget to set the timer that load could tumble in that sizzling drum for hours, making a simple laundry day fraught with danger.
But who needs fussy modern conveniences when I have clotheslines? And a view that never gets old? There’s almost always a breeze coming off the water and it fluffs those things just right. Everything lasts longer when they’re wind-dried vs overheated-air dried. And there’s something satisfying about pinning the wash onto clotheslines…
