Ok for the past 2 months we have had a broken dryer and have been having to hang our clothes out on the line. After you get over the initial embarrassment….it’s not all that bad. It has in some weird way made me stop and think and enjoy the outside just a little bit more. and everything smells fresh…not false fresh. like febreze or bounce, etc. I guess you could say that hanging clothes on your line is a sort of organic drying haha!
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.”—Pablo Neruda
Well i found myself on a kind of an un-adventure. I wanted to find a farmer’s market and i couldn’t find it so i ended up driving to this little kind of like “farmer’s market in a building” where some guy was blocking the lettuce for like 20 minutes haha! I bought a bunch of fresh stuff (which we will probably end up throwing out btw because everyone in my house won’t eat anything that is not “cut up and looks pretty” haha) and then decided to cap off my journey by a trip to big lots - wah!
anyway. on my way there. i got a call. i didn’t recognize the number but decided to be adventurous and thinking it would be some telemarketer that i would have to sadly decline i was unprepared for the voice on the other line. Karen? — yes i replied :p This is Tony Richardson. OMG — tony richardson - someone from my high school who I hadn’t talked to in 30 years at least!
I will spare you the details of our convo, it was kind of like that dan fogleburg song — New Years — but in a phone call. but the moral of the story is that receiving this call was like getting a letter in the mail. one of those letters you don’t expect but are delighted to receive.