Thursday, March 10, 2011

I Dream About My Clothesline, Don't You?

Some people dream about world issues.  Some lose sleep as they dream all night about finances.  Some have visions while they sleep and can predict events.

I dream about my clothesline.

I had a fantastic dream last night involving it and I will spare you the finite details.  However, the funny part was that people had arrived with trailers and though it's March, they were hell bent on seeing the ocean.  And they hung out all their clothes, like everything they owned must have been brought from home, so they could get that salt air into their clothes.  And I drove around the corner and was like HEY, WHERE'S MY CLOTHESLINE?

They moved it for me, but now it was going to be really close to the summer residents that live there all summer and I didn't think that was a good idea.  Plus, they put it too low.  And in the bushes.  And I was pretty sad. 

Somewhere along the way,  I am sure I've mentioned my thrill at hanging clothes on the line to dry.  Oh yeah, here's one time.  And I've probably mentioned it other times.  It's a thrill I cannot fully convey to you in words.  But I love it on so many levels.  And I've been doing it since high school.

There is a smell that my clothes pick up outside that I cannot describe and all I have to do is smell it and I tune out the entire world and just hang there, so content.  When I was in college, I'd always bring clothes that had just been hanging out and until I wore them, they kept that smell.  

And until recently, we had a more than ideal location for the clothes to dry.  They got so much sun that even in winter, they dried well if I got them out early enough in the morning and it was a bright, sunny day.

And then I became obsessed with the idea of a greenhouse.  And I knew that the ideal place for that greenhouse is, you got it, right where the clothesline has been.  Because it gets so effing much sun.  I think I will be able to grow things when the temps get to subzero because there is THAT MUCH SUN.

But it didn't really occur to me, when we took down the clothesline to put up the greenhouse, that I no longer had a clothesline.  But I was ok with that.  For a while.  And then I moved it to the camping area of the campground for the winter.  Because no one is there, so it doesn't matter.  But spring is coming and they will be back soon and I realize I haven't really established my new area for the clothesline.

This is clearly foremost on my mind. 

So, now that we are on our way to actually finishing the greenhouse, like maybe even this weekend, dare I think it, we really do have to find a new locale for the clothesline, lest I lose any more sleep over this.

1 comment:

  1. Do your pajamas and sheets smell fresh like the clothes hung outside? Maybe that is triggering your dreams??

    Do birds ever hang out on the clothesline?

    Becaue that would be enough for me to tumble dry everything

    that is all


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