Knickers on the Line

I wanted to write this post yesterday, but I was sad and it didn't seem appropriate. I'm still sad (another post), but I must return to blogging rain or shine. So here's the small story of my new-found home joy.

You may know that I live in a tiny apartment that makes me very happy. I like my neighborhood. My landlord and property manager are wonderful. Heat is included in the price. It's nearly pest free. Alas, it had no laundry, and the weekly shlepping to the laundromat was getting me down. So last week, after re-upping until May, I ordered myself a...what they call a...portable washing machine. It lives in a corner then rolls over and attaches to the sink for use.

Alex and Nick from Home Depot delivered the machine on Saturday morning. Oh, she's so pretty. Alas, the faucet hook-up did not work with my kitchen sink. Needs adapter. So I wheeled it to the bathroom and proceeded to do seven loads of laundry over the weekend (had a bit of a backlog). And hung it all on my recently constructed clothesline out the side of my house. And because I live in a real city neighborhood instead of a development, I don't have a homeowners association that prohibits clotheslines (really).

So despite my city-wide search for the right faucet adapter (much easier in English than Romanian, as I know from that long day looking for an adapter for my water filter that no one in Romania sells), I am living large in the land of laundry with knickers on the line. And putting these hot days to good use.

As you can see, it doesn't quite fit in the bathroom, but by next wash day I should be prepared in the kitchen. 

In addition to getting the clothesline up, my re-upping has inspired me to set up a nice little outdoor sitting area. And found my windchimes to add a little ambience. Rancho La Paz is in its heyday.

Post-Alaska

The fire has been contained, I've driven to Alaska, and now summer just simmers along. And I have not blogged. Instead I've run around our sweltering town in my pretty dress.

Last night we had a heavenly rain, and this morning feels cool and scrubbed clean. I am reminded that I enjoy blogging and had really ought to get back to it. So for now, a simple thought on this glorious morning: we are all doing the best that we can; love yourself, love each other, love the glorious dawn that greets us every morning. If it doesn't feel glorious, ask for help. Whenever possible, wear a pretty dress.