When I wrote a post that expanded on my “About Me” page, I borrowed heavily (like, about 95%) from my online dating profile. That profile was rather easy to write. The hard part was trimming it down. There was one paragraph that I agonized over. I deleted it, restored it, then deleted it again. It started thus:
“I confess: I get a kick from hanging laundry on the line.”
Let’s face it, if that line doesn’t say “take me, I’m yours” I don’t know what does.
Right? I mean, come on, it’s the polar opposite of “come hither”.
But the line stayed. For in my world, hanging laundry on the line is one of the greatest pastimes, ever.
The sentence is revealing, I think. It says that I’m frugal and that I conserve. (If you knew the subtext you’d know it also says that I don’t own a clothes dryer, but that’s another story.) As far as getting a man’s attention, is says that I’m domesticated. At this point in my profile writing I felt is was important to clarify. I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, so I added:
I’ll wash my socks, and you wash yours.
Who knows what the guys thought when they read that? It’s moot. I met Reiner and that’s all that matters.
Today, though, I relearned what it is that I love about laundry on the line: it is the potential for absolute delight. (No, not Afternoon Delight, absolute delight!)
It’s a perfect drying day: sunny, breezy, and since it’s not the weekend, neighbours aren’t burning their yard waste.
First load up, and here comes my buddy Oliver. Ollie and I have a long-standing tradition for laundry lovies. He is South’s cat. It took him a couple of years to learn that our yard is a cat-friendly environment. Now, every time I climb the laundry platform, he makes a beeline to join me for a good scratch behind the ears.
Then there are the scents. I wish I could share a link. We’ve got .gif files for images. We should .snif files for scents! If we did, then I’d have you click on the image of the violets or the Solomon Seal. What a perfume! Lily of the Valley abounds, too. I’d post a picture of our lilacs, but they’ve been traumatized terribly by the winter’s polar vortexes. Clothing absorbs all of these fragrances and laundry fresh off the line smells… just aaaaaah.
And the birds! Colour AND sounds! Oh my word, what a cacophony! The chittering and chattering of Blue Jays, Goldfinches, House Finches, Chickadees, Cardinals, and even the distinct delicate chirp of a hummingbird.
Today’s highlight was the Gray Catbird. His incredible song made me giggle like a school girl. So much so, I had tears in my eyes.
Tears of absolute joy. Not something I experience all that often any more, and that’s why I get a kick from hanging laundry on the line.
If you watch this video all the way through, you will hear the catbird’s astonishing range as it mimics the song and sounds of his neighbours. According to the narrator of the video, the male catbird has a better chance of attracting a female (for a little afternoon delight of their own) if he has a broad repertoire. It indicates that he’s been around the block once or twice. No wonder I can relate to his singing!