This morning I did laundry and hung it out. Then I took care of the horses. I had to go to work at noon, so I had to be home to get ready by eleven. I checked the time after I hung up the laundry and–gulp–it was a quarter ’til!
I raced around, throwing things–a bale of hay, horse poop, some shavings, pitchforks, buckets, feed, etc. “Sorry boys, it’s got to be a swipe and a promise today.” I checked the stall doors one last time and ran. A quarter after…yikes!
I was halfway out the driveway before I realized it was a quarter after TEN, not eleven! So I had plenty of time for a leisurely shower and lunch, iron my clothes, pack my supper, la la la….
I usually enjoy hanging up laundry. I love the smell of clean, sunshiny clothes. I find hanging laundry out to be one of the most relaxing things. Maybe I’m weird, I don’t know. When I hang out clothes, they have to be neat and in order of size and kind. I learned how to hang out laundry from my mother, who learned from her mother, etc. I like to think that how I hang out laundry is just like how a woman years and years ago used to hang out her laundry, teaching her daughter as she went: now be sure to hang the big stuff first, and then the medium things; it just looks better that way; don’t you just love how the sheets smell after absorbing all that sunshine?
