If Blake could see “a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower,” then why can’t I trace the turning of the seasons on my clothesline? Why not indeed. Here goes.
Thursday dawned bright and sunny and I was almost out of underwear, so by 8:30 Travvy and I were on the road to the Airport Laundromat. “Bright and sunny” is essential because I hang my wash out. This is less because I’m environmentally correct and more because I’m pig-headed and cheap: the dryers at the laundromat charge 25 cents for 4 minutes and it takes a lot of quarters to get clothes anywhere close to dry. Especially jeans.
Speaking of jeans — here’s Thursday’s laundry line. Pop quiz: How can you tell for sure that this is early fall and not, say, midsummer?
See the black jeans at the far right? This is the first appearance of jeans on the line since June. To their left are five pairs of shorts. I live in shorts all summer. A major perk of this freelance editor’s life is getting to wear whatever I want. In summer it’s mostly shorts and T-shirts.
My T-shirt collection has been out of control for a long time. Admitting I was powerless over T-shirts hasn’t helped: I keep acquiring more.
The T-shirts at right include one from the 1997 Ag Fair, one from a 1990 display of the AIDS Quilt in Boston, one from WisCon 22 (1998), one bought at a Fred Eaglesmith concert at Katharine Cornell Theatre in the mid-2000s, and one from Moonstone Bookcellars, a science fiction bookshop that I think was defunct by the time I left D.C. in 1985.
The leftmost T-shirts, one red and one gray, both have long sleeves. This is another sure sign of fall, and the absence of turtlenecks says it’s still early fall. As fall wears on, shorts and T-shirts will disappear from the line and be replaced by jeans and turtlenecks. There will be turtlenecks in the next laundry, I promise. I do not have nearly as many turtlenecks as I do T-shirts, but I have enough. In cool weather you can wear the same shirt for days on end. In summer, when you take something off, it’s too clammy to put on again, so into the hamper (a repurposed wastebasket) it goes.
So how can you tell that the photo at left was from a summer laundry?
This is a little tricky. Usually I head for the laundromat when I’m almost out of underwear: about every three weeks. On July 22, three weeks’ worth of T-shirts didn’t fit on the line. I usually don’t have to press my step ladder into service.
Travvy accompanies me to the laundromat, of course, even in hot weather. We do our morning walk around the county airport — not for nothing is it called the Airport Laundromat — and the adjacent business park.
Trav likes wooing at the taxis in waiting in front of the terminal, and if there are people sitting on the benches outside, so much the better. For him the high point is probably the sights, sounds, and smells of the boarding kennel at Animal Health Care. Sometimes we even spot another dog out for a walk.
Love this. I remember only line drying as a kid (that ages me) and also remember the frozen foot pajamas just off the line that made us laugh so. I love hanging my laundry, but it’s not so good when I forget it in the rain. I also confess to drying our towels in dryer…feel so much better.
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True, towels can get awfully boardy if they dry on the line. So can jeans. The ideal drying day is bright, sunny, and windy enough to keep things moving. Wind is especially important in near-freezing weather! I love the thought of frozen foot pajamas.
Love your post! Here in Maine, I also use the services of the laundromat and feel your pain about the quarters. We are still in Maine and I wear jeans, although today was absolutely summer like. Not for long, I heard. I grew up without any dryer and my maman hung our laundry out to dry. Our goat would eat the sheets if we didn’t pay attention! I also remember of clothes being totally stiff if left outside in cold weather. The smell of laundry drying outside is so lovely in comparison to an electric dryer. Really a lovely post that resonates with my past and current experience.
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Yesterday I started off wearing a turtleneck. By mid-morning I’d switched to a long-sleeved T-shirt. In the early afternoon a friend and I were talking outside on her deck and the sun was too warm for what we were wearing. It was cooler inside (without A/C). I’ve still got plenty of green cherry tomatoes that I hope will ripen before the first frost. Right now it’s pouring down rain.
I love the thought of the goat nibbling and then chewing on the sheets when the people’s backs are turned.
Same kind of weather here in Maine. But not for too long,I heard. Yes, our goat was a crafty one. I had no idea until is I caught her in the act that goats can indeed eat pretty much everything , including paper. I should have fed her my math tests! Happy fall to you and your faithful dog!
“The goat ate my homework” — I like that a lot. 🙂
What, no sheets? Ah, the fragrance of sun and west-wind-dried sheets and pillowcases! You can tell a winter line by the board-stiff sheets.
My clothesline isn’t all that long so the sheets take up almost the whole thing and I have to do them separately. 🙂