Either you love clothes on the line or you don’t. The most common reason I have heard for not liking clothes on the line is they are not drier fluffy. On the opposite side of the argument is that no one has managed to actually capture the smell of sunshine and outdoors that you can only get with clothes hung on the line in any of those bottled smells for laundry soap or drier sheets. I fall into the camp that the smell of line-dried clothes trumps everything else.
This week it was finally warm enough to put towels out on the line. We always have a breeze and most the time have some serious wind so even though it wasn’t much above 40 my towels were soon dry. Though the first day of spring is till a couple weeks away and yes there is still snow on the frozen ground, I am not letting that stop me with celebrating a nice day with laundry on the line.
In over 30 years a couple settles in to a division of duties they don’t think much about until something happens to rock the boat. In our household, we are in a routine and take so much for granted. Now that my husband is laid up with his injury we are seeing a shift of the household duties. Until at least December 2nd he will be in a cast with his toes pointed and no weight on the ankle. What this means is that there are a whole host of household duties that I am going to have to suck up and provide cover him on the household chore list.
RangerSir is sure that no one can do laundry as well as he can. Since he thinks he does it best, for the most part I have gotten out of the way and let him have at it for over 30 years. Our laundry room is on the lower level, and most of our living happens on the main level. He can get downstairs, but honestly he is not very stable doing stairs on crutches. I am now the family laundress. He has already raised his eyebrows when he sees what I have put in the same load. He has questioned items that went through the drier that he would have put on hangers or the drying rack. So far the most I get is the look of horror, but as long has he doesn’t end up with pink underwear or shrunk clothing I suspect that my skill-set will suffice.
The other household chore I have been forced into is running of the vacuum. My migraines are audio sensitive and even when I don’t have one, noise is very difficult for me. The noise generated by the vacuum puts me over the edge, even when I am not suffering from migraine pain. In the time RangerSir and I have been together the number of times I have run the vacuum I can like county with the fingers on one hand. He runs it when I am in the shower or out of the house. He is a real is peach and so sensitive to my needs. Though if he is a little put out with me, he has no qualms running it at any time he thinks is most effective to make his case. Now I am going to be forced to run this nasty tool at least once a week.
Bottom line is I don’t mind. I know if the roles were reversed he would have my back the same way. I am reminded to appreciate all that he does. I sometimes forget that it is him that makes many things happen, not some magic trick.
John painting house trim.
When nice weather arrives in Montana we all rush out and start doing all those things we postpone during the winter.
Starting in spring and all summer long we fill the long days with as many fun activities as we can fit in. BBQ with friends. We spend time hiking, walking and running. We pick another ghost town or two from the book and get out and visit it to poke around. That alpine visa with wildflowers calls our name. If you are a horse person, that horse is fat and sassy and a good mountain ride is good for both of you. Fly fishing is calling you and you listen and head out with your pole. We sit on the deck and watch the beautiful sunsets. We lay out on the hammock and watch the stars above. The list is endless and keeps us going all summer.
Now it is fall and that honey do list looks awful long and the nice days are short. Now is the time that we rush, rush, rush to get as many done as possible before the snow arrives for good. We still have a little painting to get done on the house, cheatgrass to spray before there is snow cover and our list goes on an on.
I hope all of us remember to not spend every minute but to also enjoy the days of fall as well.