Hangin' Out

Last week I had piles of laundry, leftovers from a large family gathering.  In the sorting process I figured I could be more efficient, and shave a little off the dryer bill, by hanging part of the stuff outside. 

            The day was hot and the sheets dried in no time.  I had four lines filled with sheets, and still more to wash.  The towels got the dryer treatment, more fluff than on the line.  This project took more than one day to accomplish with batch after batch.  It was something to look forward to, believe it or not!

            It felt good to be hanging out, even with the hot temperatures.  When I was growing up this was a weekly event, wash hanging on the line, all year round, even in freezing winter.  My mind was going back to those “good old days.”  Nice memories now, complaints on occasion in those earlier years. 

            Hangin’ out now has a different meaning altogether than in the days of my youth.  Being together with friends, engaged in something enjoyable.  I am glad it still can bring good feelings, providing there are the right choices.  I like hangin’ out, from either perspective.