We used to have a clothesline that ran on a pulley system from the porch to the barn. It was lovely. If the weather was good, I could stand on the porch, pin the clothes to the line, and then send them off to wave gently in the breeze. Nothing quite like line-dried sheets. One very cold morning I began hanging the sheets on the line and they instantly froze. We joked about “freeze-dried sheets.”
I found one photograph of the clothesline from 2011.
The clothes line met its demise when our barn collapsed (and
I have no idea when that was).
This photograph of the front of the barn, which
was still standing, with the pulley and line attached, but portions of the roof had collapsed and it was about ready to fall.
I used the drier, right up until a few months ago when it stopped blowing hot air and Richard was not physically able to repair it.
So I began draping the clothes on drying racks that Richard
bought some years ago for drying clothes in front of our heaters. He took over doing the laundry (and all of the domestic chores) because I was laid up for almost 3 months with a fractured pelvis. He thought we could save some money on our electricity bill.
The appliance repair person has come and assessed the problem. We assumed it was the heating element, but it isn’t. The safety switch and thermostat are broken. The parts have been ordered. Richard guesses it is going to cost about $200, and wonders: Is the drier worth repairing if it breaks again??
Until the parts come in, I continue to use the drying racks and on hot summer days the clothes dry fairly quickly. A few days ago, I forgot about the clothes on the racks sitting outside, until Richard reminded me:
Are you going to bring the clothes in anytime soon or are you going to leave them out there for the raccoons to try on?
