still warm enough
hang out the wash
taste of clothes pins
still warm enough
hang out the wash
taste of clothes pins
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Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
One of your pithiest best, Bruce C. Jewett. Instanter I could taste the old weathered – though rarely chewed – wood of both “slip-on” and new-fangled spring-loaded pins for cloths and clothes. And, since the roadway no longer is adorned with reddish clay atop sugar sand I now longer have to erect barriers to sppeders on washdays like some more-than-a-few decades ago. House-washed and sun-n-air dried wearables and useables really are betterly different when done outside a metal-n-plastic container, at least the drying part, and it obviates the need for effluent called fabric softener, neh? Again, thanks, Juice. Twitter still treats me as unperson.
Ah, my verbose friend who I would encourage to write more, more, more of his misadventures.