I like to hang clothes outside. I do it inside, on racks, if I have to, but I greatly prefer being able to hang them outside.
In 46 years of marriage, I have owned a dryer only for about 10 years, while we were in Alaska. It came with the house. I didn’t buy it. I wouldn’t have replaced it had it broken. I rarely used it.
A couple of years ago, Dave dragged me into a store and made me buy a new washing machine.
There it is. It’s beautiful. I sort of love it. It’s a Samsung and it sings to me when it’s finished. He built the stand for it. On the left of the machine, you can see my clothes racks. On the right side is the laundry tub where the milking equipment lives.
No room for a dryer, even if I wanted one.
I have one of those umbrella-style clotheslines out in the back yard, but I hate it and don’t use it much. Clothes dry faster if they aren’t all bunched up.
So Dave fixed this up for me.
This is my front porch. It extends all the way across the front of the house. Not including the opening where the front steps are, there are six sections like this.
Obviously, I don’t want to have a clothesline on my front porch all the time. Even having it up briefly to dry clothes makes us look Amish, and that’s enough.
So it is removable.
There is a hook, like this, at each end of the porch, and the line is stored there. When it’s in use, I run it from that hook to the next post, where there is a cleat.
A couple of wraps around the cleat and then I pull it to the next cleat. I start at the other end and they meet in the middle on a cleat.
When the laundry is dry, and I take it down, it takes me about a minute to take down the whole clothesline, hang each half on its hook, and then you’d never know it had ever been there.
So for a little while, on sunny days, our clean laundry hangs out on our front porch. People can see it as they drive by, although they have to look closely because we have large trees in the front yard.
But we never hang out our dirty laundry on the front porch.
It lives here.
That’s what you do with dirty laundry.
Everyone has some from time to time.
Sometimes, right after I’ve washed everything, the basket is pretty much empty, like you see there. But sometimes, if the weather is bad, and I’m busy with other things, it gets backed up and the basket gets pretty full.
That’s normal. It’s how life is.
But what I don’t do is put all my dirty laundry on the front porch.
Or social media.
There’s a word for people who do that.