My dryer decided to go on strike last Friday. I reported immediately to my fix-it guy who was glued to the British Open, “Hon, I think the dryer is broken!” I explain the problem in detail and he agrees to take a look at it. I formulate “Plan B”, and proceed to take the wet clothes outside to the deck to employ the old-fashioned resource of the sun. I drape wet clothes in a semi-organized fashion on my wrought-iron table and chairs and surprise myself just how much laundry fits onto that set.
Out of space, I eye the Adirondack chairs which seem perfect for delicate items. With a half-dozen towels to go, I decide on the deck railing and figure they’ll dry nicely draped there. Bugs, schmugs…this is nature! My laundry dries in record time and I repeat the process as necessary. With weather like this, who needs a dryer? Not to mention the “Green” factor.
Hubby has no difficulty whittling the possibilities of what’s wrong with our dryer to a few fixes and decides we probably need to call for service. I agree and relay to my youngest daughter the broken dryer situation and instruct her in my new clothes-drying method. Did I mention we are restricted from having clothes lines in our neighborhood which FORCES us to hang wet laundry on our lawn furniture? I reason drying clothes on lawn furniture looks shabbier than the clothes line, but do not have the energy to fight “City Hall” on this one. Lawn furniture and deck railing, it is!
In the meantime, I haven’t yet called the service guy to fix the dryer. For one thing, I am working all day, but more importantly – at least for now – the new method is working. Sure, I’ll probably tire of it soon, or it will actually rain, but until then….thank God we have lawn furniture!
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