Clotheslines
What the heck ever happened to clothes lines, I wonder. Years ago everyone hung clothes outside, even in the winter when the stuff froze and took a long time to dry. If we were gone and a summer storm came up, neighbors would rush over and take our clothes down for us — the same way the milkman would come into our house and put the bottles of milk in the fridge if we weren’t home when he got there. I actually do have a clothes line — one of those umbrella style things on a metal post but a clothes line nonetheless. I decided to go retro yesterday and except for the towels, hung all the wash outside. I knew I would love the way everything smelled and I hoped that would outweigh the stiffness of the t-shirts. I’m so used to using a dryer though, that I forgot about them — and the fact that sprinklers come on overnight. Those clothes were well rinsed.
Didn’t they smell like smoke too? Yesterday’s dose was terrible!
Actually, no. Or else I’ve gotten used to the smoke the past couple of days and I didn’t notice!