Tuesday, July 8, 2008

If They Could See Me Now . . . .

I have to be totally honest. When we first bought this property and decided to move to the hills of Kentucky, one of the things I was most excited about was being able to hang my laundry out on the line to dry in the breeze and sunshine. I've always loved the smell of clothes and sheets dried on the line. Even though I had pleanty of room in the yard in Eden, I had some pretty snooty, high falutin neighbors that made rude comments about people who live in "the projects" being the only ones who hung their laundry on the line and if they had wanted to live in "the projects" they would have stayed in New Jersey. One could only wish they had. But, being the peace keeper that I am, I folded up my little "umbrella" clothes line and gave up.

The first 10 days or so we were here, I was elated! A clothes line (strung between two old truck drive shafts if you missed my last post)! Fresh smelling clothes and sheets! Time in the sun! Exercise! Whoo Hoo! It was GREAT! it still would be great except that the weather is not cooperating. It's been raining. A LOT! Not just a shower once a day. That I could handle. There's a shower in the morning. Then a couple hours later another shower. Then at least one downpour a day. People in town tell me they haven't had rain in a couple of days. Great! Of course they haven't. The rain clouds are all stuck here in the holler.

Normally it wouldn't be a big deal. So it's raining. Instead of hanging the laundry on the line, just throw it in the dryer. You see, therein lies the problem. My dryer is still in the box. It's waiting for the gas man to come and hook up our meter. Then when he hooks up the meter the plumber (aka my hubby) needs to dig a trench from the road to the house . . . through clay and rocks . . . lay the pipe, connect to the meter and the house and THEN I can use my dryer.

So, to my snooty neighbors from Eden . . . I really wish you could see me now! I've got a clothesline zig-zagging its way through the car port - being extra careful not to disturb the "Barney Swallow Band" living up on the ceiling fan or the Dove family living in the grape arbor - and my laundry is waving proudly in the breeze. And guess what! We're not in the projects! We're in the promised land!

Blessings y'all!

7 comments:

Kim's Treasures said...

Your posts crack me up! I loved the picture you sent of the clothes hanging on the line. I remember hanging clothes with my mom and grandma! I loved it! But here in our home association neighborhood...NO WAY! No clothes can be hung outside...not on a chair, not on a fence, not on a drying rack on the patio...NO CLOTHES OUTSIDE! Sheesh! I would love to be able to hang the sheets out to dry and have that wonderful smell to enjoy!
Have a blessed day in the holler!
Kim

Adrienne said...

Hi - It's a shame we've gotten to the place where our neighbors determine what we do with our laundry! But I know it happens all around us. Until the house next door sold there was a line in the backyard in full sight of the neighbors across the street and across the corner. Hang those clothes with pride. You ARE in the promised land.
~Adrienne~

Kathy said...

Just send some of that rain down here to Alabama! We desperately need it!

Grace said...

Have fun unpacking that dryer!!

I gave you a nod on my blog today. And of course, baby Grace...

VINTAGE GIRL AT HEART said...

The adventure contines.....
Bet you do not miss those pesky nosy neighbors!!!
The clothesline sounds so wonderfull!!

Utah Grammie said...

I LOVE LOVE LOVE not only to smell the fresh laundry on the line - buy to see it too. It's like "art" to me - taking me back to a simpler, slower time. (Simpler to hang clothes" ?? Hmmm)
Anyway, I think you should hang the clothes - take photos- make the photos into cards and send them to all the snooty old neighbors!

Leigh Douglas said...

Welcome to Ky!!! I live in Muhlenberg County in Western Ky. Hope you enjoy living here!! Leigh