July 16, 2012

Guilty Pleasures

By the end of this post, you're going to close your browser, or reader, or email, and you're going to say one of two things to yourself: "Holy crap. That woman takes a lot of pictures of her clothesline", or "Holy crap, that woman takes a lot of pictures of her clothesline".

Consider yourself warned.

Here's my confession for the day: I love hanging stuff on the line. This is not a ::cough:: frugal thing, because I know I'd do it evn if it were more expensive than using the dryer.

No, this is a full on sensory experience slash meditation slash personal growth thing. Yes, I love the smell of freshly line dried sheets. I love that diapers hung on the line come off less stained.

But most of all, I love the actual hanging of the clothes. The snap of the cloth before I lift it to the line. The feel of the early morning. The quiet.

Because it's my only excuse to get out of the house and enjoy the outdoors alone. In peace. Without having to watch out for someone taste testing all of the weeds in the backyard.

Ssssshhhh. Don't tell anyone. Let's all pretend it's an onerous chore for me so I get to enjoy it and get credit for doing it.

This time last year: Vacation: A Birdie Joke