Love my radio and the other day, someone berated the no laundry outside rule as environmently unfriendly. She is right. No one wants to see Aunt Matilda's bloomers wafting in the breeze but what if it's only her towels and sheets and nothing intimate to offend the eyes. We are after all trying to reduce our footprints and that must include socks. Some of the drying racks these days have sock clips on them. How very clever. Taking these matters to heart, my deck which does, indeed, have glass panels, but which I cover with lovely cross hatced bamboo panels for the image of greeness in this city I love, I aimed to put some laundry outside in the sunshine. This morning , instead of loading up the dryer that takes most of one's hydro supply and cost, in a household, I took the washing basket out to my deck. The things inside the basket are almost dry what with the mega spin on my washer. I found my old laundry rack that fortunately fits below the level of the deck railing and loaded it on the deck, with hand towels and other non-offensive personal items. Who could be offended by a towel? Then I took an unused expandable bar about the size of a shower curtain holder and stretched it between two of my little wrought iron deck chairs and draped a folded sheet over it. Ah, I felt like being back in my rural seaside home where I lived for decades up the coast, and had a real clothes line that I loved to watch with white sheets floating in the wind. Will they smell as sweet with city air as they did by the Salish Sea? Likely not, but it's all air no matter where. I hoped. I felt somewhat guilty because there are condo rules I live by now, but because I live at the building rear where no one can see me other than a few friendly crows and seagulls lofting by. Would I be caught by the laundry police for putting sheets to the wind? I feared I might find, under my door, a dreaded white envelope. It could tell me I am being fined for breaking the no laundry on the deck rule. Well, said I to myself, they'll probably give me one chance since I am one of those LOLs, little old ladies. Or will they, whomever "they" is. Not all my laundry can fit on the small drying rack, and some is, therefore, going round and round in my dryer. But this illegal laundry I hang out with a smile, see that the sun is shining on it. Will it smell beautiful when I bring it in, even if it's the last laundry ever to grace my deck? In a fit of positivity, I ordered some clothes pins, stainless steel. so they won't show up outside. I really wanted to buy the ones that are all colours, simply to glorify my washing efforts for the globe. I am now an underground criminal of the condo laundry kind and must, shhh, operate surreptitiously. If I am found out and receive my warning letter from the "they", I determine for the good of the world, to use the laundry rack beside the window inside, if nothing else. And of course, there's always the bathtub and my big walk-in shower where the laundry rack will fit. I am going to do my part, no matter what. There are fans in bathrooms to take out the dampness should there be any. Electric heat in my unit, is too dry anyway.
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