Goodness...pay no attention to the laundry in the washer waiting to be escorted out to the clothesline on this sunny September day, or the breakfast dishes waiting for a bath...oh wait, this is Monday, that means it is E's day to wash dishes. Guess I know what she's daydreaming about doing first thing after school. Dishes. NOT! I do have another excuse to avoid the dishes. Yesterday I broke a drinking glass while washing. I cut my thumb, finger and two places on the back of my hand. These things happen so quickly. I am now all bandaged up. Coincidentally, back in 1990 at exactly this time of September , when I was a few weeks away from my wedding day, I cut my hand on a broken glass and my neighbor had to drive me to go get stitches. Not that serious this time, thanks goodness!!
Now I am off to hang the laundry on the line.
Remember in a previous post that I mentioned my guy finds splitting wood enjoyable? Well my strange thing to find enjoyable is...hanging laundry. I love the freshness of it. I also like to see it move in the breeze under a bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds. I'm sure women long ago didn't find it so enjoyable when they had to wash it all first by hand with a scrub board and wringer. On the other hand, maybe they actually did enjoy seeing it on the line after all as it meant the hard part was done!!!