I was thinking today about why I hang clothes out to dry.
I'm all about pinching pennies and going green, but really, I think I like to hang my laundry because it symbolizes the need to SLOW DOWN.
My life is BUSY. My eleven year old tells the school counselor that she wouldn't be surprised if I forget to pick her up from school. Because I forget things a lot.
That's a post for another day.
The dryer might just be more convenient.
By stringing the linens and pants out there, it becomes necessary to wait for the sunshine and fresh air to do their thing. No dryer buzzer. And there's something therapeutic about watching the clothes flap in the breeze.
Only thing is, it's dark now. And I can't see a thing.
HERE's the bad part about clotheslines.
Forgetting the load you hung out until it's bedtime.
NOW who's going to open the window and let all that cold air in?
It's supposed to rain tomorrow. And then maybe snow.
It's a good thing clothing doesn't talk.