Tag Archives: laundry
Do We Love Our Freedom?
I’ve written before about my ambivalence about Veterans Day. November 11 was the birthday of my uncle Neville, a gentle soul who came home shell-shocked from World War II, so the family story goes, and never really got his feet … Continue reading
Early Fall Laundry
It rained and rained and rained all day yesterday, but today has been a perfect laundry day: bright and very breezy. Usually I do laundry when I’m about to run out of underwear. This time I’d run out of jeans. It was … Continue reading
Late May on the Line
Yesterday I asked someone if Memorial Day really was this weekend. It really was, or is, or is soon to be. Spring has been touch-and-go, catch-me-if-you-can this year, but being caught by surprise by Memorial Day weekend is like being … Continue reading
Spring on the Line, 2016
This time of year, if you ask a Vineyarder to list the months in order, they’re likely to start off “January, February, March, March, March, June . . .” In the fall it goes “. . . September, October, November, … Continue reading
Fall Comes to the Clothesline
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 … Continue reading
Pretty Good Day
Woke up this morning with Travvy curled up next to me and all sorts of wonderful novel-related stuff fermenting in my head. Got up, fed Trav, brushed my teeth, zapped the last of yesterday’s tea, put the kettle on for … Continue reading
Spring on the Line
How do I know it’s really spring? Early spring culminates in yellow season. In mid-spring yellow starts yielding to purple and green conquers (almost) all. The shade to the left of my work chair is pulled all the way down … Continue reading
Home Improvements
When I go into Shirley’s Hardware for just one item, I invariably come out with four or five. Like any good hardware store, it’s full of charismatic shiny things that become totally indispensable as soon as you look at them. … Continue reading
Hot Ts
It’s been hot. How hot? Usually I do laundry when I run out of underwear. Yesterday I did laundry because I’d run out of tank tops and muscle Ts. There were only two regular Ts on the line, and no … Continue reading
Powerless over T-Shirts
I admitted I was powerless over T-shirts a long time ago but that hasn’t stopped the inexorable growth of my collection. I don’t know how many T-shirts I have. My T-shirts don’t want to be counted. Maybe they’re afraid that … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 