My Clothesline

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For Mother’s Day this year, Andy built me a lovely clothesline, which I’ve long wanted. I eagerly took my first load out while Sophie napped. It was a windy, sunny day, perfect for drying clothes on a line. I left them out for a few hours, and then Sophie and I went to the dentist (my mom graciously watched Sophie in the office lobby while I had my teeth cleaned). On the drive home I noticed the streets and leaves and buildings looking wetter and wetter the closer I got to Ft. Thomas. Wet is an understatement. It poured. Sophie’s clothes were soaking wet—wetter than when I first put them out.

But I left them, figuring they would eventually (re)dry. Several hours later, it started sprinkling again. I checked the weather forecast online—it was supposed to storm (and it did) for three days. I took the soaking wet clothes off the line and dried them in the dryer, thoroughly disappointed.

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It has since gone much better. Here are Sophie’s cloth diapers drying on the line.

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I feel so good about line drying them. Her diapers are brighter and smell better now, too. I don’t line dry everything (even though I probably should) but seeing her diapers and our towels drying in the breeze—I don’t know what it is but it just makes our house feel more like a home.

“We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.” —E. B. White