“’cause there’s something in a sunday, makes your body feel alone”
It’s beginning to be a house! A house with a clothesline, no less.
The weather’s been absolutely ridiculous lately, so i only just got to the using the clothesline part this weekend. And then it rained (again). But not disastrously, only a sprinkle. Plus which, i’m from the sort of place (and family) where you never complain about rain. A few notes on clotheslines:
Clothespins do their job; don’t sweat it. We had the sort of wind that could knock you over all day yesterday, with no ill results. In fact, the wind kept the clothes nice and soft, not crisped like clothes that dry in the still, still sun.
Your neighbors can see your underwear. If we had neighbors. But all will be well; just remember Miss Avarice’s advice.
I want one of those clothespin baskets that hangs on the line, as well as line tighteners so that i can un-rig it and have proper pulley lines.
And, well, sometimes there’s bird shit on your pajama pants. But that’s okay, because i can do my laundry outside with the sun and the puppies. And because she says it turns her on when i’m domestic. I think, perhaps, she’s perfect for me (also, see below).
"Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down" - Gretchen Wilson