I have always loved writing, and now that I am retired I thought I would be able to find time to write, but it seems that I still manage to fill my days with activities. I have however found that while I travel, I enjoy writing about some of the interesting things we do. I hope you enjoy reading of our adventures as much as I like writing about them.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Watchin' the Washin'
At home, I have taken over the task of
doing the wash, and Regis' mom would be proud of how good I've gotten
at it. I sort of took over doing the wash while on vacation as well.
A Family's Washing
One of the advantages of renting a
place and staying in one place for a while is that you do not have to
pack as many clothes, because a rental usually has washing
facilities. We have over the years of travel, built up a pretty good
collection of specific travel clothes and one criteria for them is
the need to be quick drying. In Spain this was a problem. We had a
lovely apartment, but it was on the second floor of a four story
building, so the only place to hang out clothes was in the outdoor
patio which was enclosed by three stories of walls. The clothes took
forever to dry; no wind and no sun. I used to look with envy across
the street at the woman who would hang her clothes out in the morning
and was able to take them in by noon. Here is Portugal we have access
to the roof and there is a lovely clothes line up there. The wind
blows, and the sun shines constantly. I can literally hang out the
clothes and sit on one of the loungers for an hour and most of the
clothes are dry (Linda has brought some things that take longer to
dry – I'm trying to educate her on 'travel clothes')
Now I am beginning to worry about this.
I think I am getting domesticated . . . . . I am fussy about how
things get hung out; all the pants have to go together, longest to
shortest, I worry about how my clothes line 'looks'. I want people to
see that I know how to hang out a wash.
Interesting way to hang out wash
Now I also have started noticing other
folks wash. The young family across the tracks seems to have a line
out constantly, and sometimes she puts it out at night so she can
take it in first thing in the morning and get another line out. Her
clothes are hung out in a completely random order, but then she is
normally running after a little guy who just will not listen to her.
She even keeps a stroller up on the so if he is completely impossible
she can strap him in there while she hangs out the wash. I actually
was worried about them a week ago, when her same line of clothes was
out for two days and I hadn't heard the little guy crying in a while.
Roof To Washing Flags
The old lady two doors down hangs out
only one or two things at a time, and she brings it up in a wash
basin, throwing it up the stairs ahead of her as she struggles to
pull her old bones up onto the roof to hang things out.
As you look across the roofs of the
houses between the apartment and the water, you see many lines of
wash out, blowing in the sea breeze like flags. Many use the old
fashioned poles to hold then higher when bed sheets are on the line,
and one guy (Yup, I'm not the only 'guy' doing wash here in Portugal)
has a strange arrangement where he has a tall pole in the middle of
his roof with four lines going down to the corners, so his wash hangs
on an angle.
Oh my god look at that line over there
. . . . the underwear is all mixed up together . . . .