out to D R Y

Oh, I sure hope it's a sign of S P R I N G. I'm hanging on to any hope I can find. Last week, the neighbors {on the other side of the red-tape neighbors} had laundry out on the line to dry. This might be just another thing over here that seems very behind the times. Why spend the time hanging clothes out when you can throw them in the dryer? I'm afraid it's that practical factor. It is common to see clotheslines out in most yards. We are seriously considering getting something to hang clothes out to save a little on running our dryer. I've been called Laura Ingalls before. Might have been my curly brown hair, outspoken nature or being the outdoorsy-tomboyish girl I am. Hanging clothes out to dry and living in this country, I feel as close to Laura Ingalls as I might ever. While we still have so many conveniences, it is definitely a simpler life even if it is a little behind the times. I miss having a garbage disposal. No automatic ice-cube makers, either, and Jim hates ice-cube trays. Why they don't have these things, I just don't understand. Guess we're lucky to have a base-issued fridge with a freezer on top.

Last night, a little ladybug made his way in to my bathroom. I found him on the edge of my Q-tip jar. He surely wouldn't be flying unless it was going to warm up. Plus, this week I noticed they have planted pansys on base. It has to be spring, right? No more snow or cold, please! I desperately need some sun- even if it doesn't warm things up. I'm ready to pull out my flip flops.