Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Drip, drip, dry ...

It's after dinner and the clothes dryer is whirring in the background. It somehow made me remember our early married days when we only had a washing machine and it was inside a separate utility room which required going outside to get to.

Typically, our
semi-tropical weather has been clear in the mornings. It looks as if rain were the farthest thing from its mind. By midday, that mind has grown darker and evening has brought hail to some locales.

I remember doing laundry so early that sometimes it was already on the line and it waved the sun awake. Miscalculations could cause a frantic dash to the line in an effort to yank the dry laundry down before it began to drip, again.

Now, we just wait for the annoying tone to call us.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I 'member that outside utility room. Also recall laundry waving on the line at 901. And the joy of having a dryer already in residence when T. and I were first married. He could SAY he liked sunshine scented clothes all he wanted. I preferred dryer scented!

Huh! :)

Big Ed said...

The washer and dryer mean freedom. Life was a lot harder a hundred years ogo.

Anonymous said...

When we moved to No Central Fla, we went walking in the woods across the road. We found a white wringer/washer lying on its side where someone had just abandoned it. It took me back to Mama's house on 7th Court where we had the same model and it was such an improvement over the outside washtubs and washboard I recall Mom using. Life is much better now!

Zeta said...

The blue jeans would be so stiff after hanging on the clothes line for just a few hours. Not to mention, it was hot even in the shade when we would hang all six lines of clothes. Can you tell which option I prefer to do laundry?

Anonymous said...

You had 6 lines? We only had 4 and Hurricane Andrew got those! Smushed the poles and broke the wires. Only good thing that storm ever did....