In the depths of this hideous New England winter, I find myself longing for warmer days – the sweet smells of summer, the taste of a fresh picked tomato, and the flapping of shirts on the clothesline. Strike that. I know I should love my clothesline, it is eco-cool, saves money, and reduces energy consumption, but my clothesline and I have a strained relationship. I can’t blame the clothesline; I think my own personal hang-ups (so to say) are at fault.
When my husband first installed our clothesline, he went on and on about energy savings and reduced electricity bills. Apparently he was right, since we do see a significant drop in our payments to the energy lords during the six drying months we have here in the arctic tundra. But, I don’t think my significant other factored in my energy and costs. My theoretical salary, as a stay-at-home mother, of $90,000/year without overtime (thanks Salary.com!) averages out to about $19.23 per hour. Given it takes me about a half hour to lug the soaking laundry from the basement to the porch, hang dozens of miniature pieces of clothing courtesy of our children, then remove the items once dry – and repeat as necessary – I am not convinced we save any money. We will see when my paycheck arrives one day.
Beyond the obvious cost and energy savings, a clothesline brings certain nostalgia, a sense of the return to simpler times without the expensive gadgets with breaking parts. However, this isn’t the case. One would think a piece of rope, a couple of trees, and two pulleys would leave little room for technical difficulties. Not true. This past December we had a significant ice storm, causing eight days of power outage at our homestead, and the demise of many trees, including one holding up said clothesline. Oh, and a broken pulley. So come this spring we will need to replace our clothesline entirely (not to mention the tree). On the other hand, our fifteen year old dryer has had no technical difficulties since it was purchased.
Despite my clothesline reservations upon its installation, the science teacher in me thought it would be a great learning experience for our children. Not only is it a visual icon of environmental conservation (not to mention one of the simple machines), but I thought it would inspire the offspring to partake in some higher order mental exercises. So imagine my surprise when my five year-old responded to my question about how long it would take the load of laundry to dry taking into consideration the variables of sun exposure and wind speed and direction, by walking over to the sandbox and ignoring me.
Finally, I must consider my husband’s relationship with the clothesline. He is so enthralled by his handiwork and our energy cost savings, that he takes it upon himself to do the majority our laundry during those splendid six warm months. Wait, never mind – for this reason alone, I really do love my clothesline.
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