Tomorrow is National Hanging Out Day. Project Laundry List exhorts us to "Hang Your Pants, Stop The Nuke Plants."
Not that I need a reason, of course. I love to hang the laundry on my clothesline. When the weatherman prognosticates clear skies, my first thoughts are not of the beach, but rather, "do I have enough laundry to justify running the washing machine?" I don't find it to be a chore, but a joyous, contemplative activity which borders on Zen-like bliss.
It is downright obscene that clotheslines are banned by more than 35,000 Homeowners' Associations in California. I could never live under such an oppressive regime. They can have my clothespins when they pry them from my cold, dead fingers!
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I've been dreaming of owning a house with a clothesline. In the meantime, I have to compromise by using an indoor rack, which is nice, but not the same as letting the wind and sun dry our clothes. Oh, and the smell, I miss the smell. I look forward the the good times blowing in the wind.
I can totally picture you contemplating running your washer just because it's sunny outside!! You are the greatest!!!!
Love ya!!
Oh, yeah, one other thing:
I think my provincial or local government has put forth a proposed ban on the banning of clothesline - meaning it would be illegal to ban clotheslines in any community. I think this is a great idea. And it sounds like a 'no-brainer'.
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