Eldest Daughter sent me this posting from Craig’s List. If you can’t read it, the caption says “Not sure what these are, they are too heavy to float, but they look like surf boards. They have legs under them like a very tall table. I think they are some sort of surf training tool. If you would like one or both of them, please let me know.”
Y’know, that’s just pathetic.
One of life’s simplest pleasures is hanging out the laundry. It’s just a very “Zen” thing to do. I like to make sure things are hung together – towels in a line, by color, thank you, The Squire’s T-shirts and briefs together (Was my grandmother the only person to call underwear “dribs”?), socks matched up, and so forth. When I take them down, there’s no rush to get stuff folded as soon as it comes out of the drier. Just slow and easy, bend and stretch. Sheets on the bottom of the basket, The Squire’s things, my stuff, bath towels, and the kitchen items on top, so I can put them away as I walk through the house.
And everything smells so good! “Fresh Linen” Febreeze may be nice, but it’s no match for the real thing!
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I have to agree–hanging out laundry is a lost art and pleasure.
When I was a kid, I used to love to sit on the couch and fold the family laundry, watching game shows! Very relaxing!