Out to dry

Sometimes, when it's warm and sunny and there's just a little bit of a breeze and you're not in a hurry to do something else, hanging laundry out to dry has a certain old-world charm. When those conditions aren't met, hanging laundry out to dry mostly blows. If it's cold, your hands freeze. If it's not sunny, you worry that it might rain, which would obviously fuck everything. If it's windy, the clothes hit you in the face. It takes for fucking ever, and that's on top of the for fucking ever it already took to get the clothes washed because washing machines outside the United States and probably Canada take for fucking ever. And a load's worth of clothes pins doesn't fit in the pockets of your jeans, so you need more pockets or a bag or something to put them in. And if all of your roommates decided do laundry in the last 36 hours or so, leaving no room on the clothesline, well, that's a whole other complication.

I know this is all good for the environment and I know I'm being super whiny about something quite minor. But oh god do I miss dryers.