Laundry

I just hung a second load of laundry out to dry, and I had a wonderful moment of "Wow! I LOOOOOVE hanging clothes out!" I say that to my co-workers or friends and it's as though I just said that "I love plowing the back 40", or "I love oral surgery".

But I do love hanging out the wash. Yesterday I had little d help me. (I have tiny little clothes racks on my back deck, hidden from the neighbors...)

little d enjoyed helping as much as I enjoyed having something useful to occupy him. Today he took a nap, and I strung up a line beneath the deck so I could hang larger items...what a nice, relaxing way to spend 30 minutes. A cool breeze, warm sun, memories of helping my grandmother hang out her wash. She had 3, sturdy, industrial lines in her backyard.

I can tell myself that I'm lessening my carbon footprint, that I'm saving money on energy, that it's good exercise to lug heavy, wet clothes from down 2 flights of stairs and back up. But really, truthfully, I'm just reliving moments of my childhood and trying to recreate it for little d. When little d is a grown man, I want him to remember the smell of fresh from the sun pillowcases. Running through a maze of wet sheets. Playing in the lawn, pausing now and then to hand me some clothes pins that have fallen. I want him to share the same happy moments that I had.