I’m checking in here with a cold, jet-lag, and a serious case of feeling like the high grass, weeds, laundry, and general post-vacation disorder are going to do me in.
I didn’t tell you we were going anywhere, because here at chez Casa Maison LMLD we try to be aware that bad guys could stalk us and steal our very identities, not to mention our valuable thrifted spray-painted articles, while we are gone.
They would be sadly mistaken to try, because our house is actually like a kind of booby-trapped bunker run by special forces gurus, with high-powered automatic weaponry and attack dogs ready to rip you to pieces if you threaten us.
But we still take ordinary precautions like not announcing on social media that we are about to vacate the premises.
The rest of you should do likewise.
Please stop telling all your “friends” that your husband is going far away to unreachable regions and that you are alone with the baby. It makes Auntie Leila nervous.
Fortunately, just before we left for Ireland (which I will work on telling you all about, because it’s kind of a funny story — when I feel a bit better), I asked the Chief to put up the drying line posts he had so kindly made me when we first moved here, over a decade ago.
Shortly after we moved in and he made them, I realized that there wasn’t a good place to put them. The yard is either too wet underfoot most of the time (we live on the side of a hill with a high water table — there are ponds above us), too close to stupid pines that shed dirty needles, too close to pear trees that harbor pooping birds, or too far from the washer.
I agonized over this issue for years. I cursed myself for putting sheets in the dryer on sunny hot days. I missed my handy clothesline in our old house like crazy.
Just before we left I decided that I just have to have a clothesline or bust. He looked awfully crestfallen at the idea of ditching the posts and getting one of those umbrella lines, so I resigned myself to the fact that next to the asparagus bed is the only place for them.
I will have to wear Wellies in the spring, and birds are still going to be a problem, but it just has to be.
So today I put out my first real loads of clothes, and I’m happy despite feeling like my head is going to explode.
Hanging laundry is just great therapy on a dry July day.
And for today’s link I want to show you a sweet basement drying line that fills my make-do soul with warmth. If you have a nice dry basement (naturally, I do not), you should work something like this out, and do check out the shelves and whitewashed walls in the background as well. Thanks, Heather at Beauty That Moves and Simple Green Frugal Co-op!