The last time I was in Amish country was for a wedding a year ago. They obviously did laundry on Saturdays…their labors strung on lines high above the houses and on traversing poles. Their laundry was waving above for all to see. I was impressed. I wouldn’t want some of my wares visible.
This brings me to a memory. When my sister, “Pindy,” and I shared a room with our baby sis, we strung a line between two beds, probably a socially acceptable six feet apart as the room was tiny. We sent messages back and forth in whatever the carrier object was…I think a bucket? Easter basket? Who knows? We would send dumb stuff back and forth on a cord, keeping us awake longer than we should have been. It was a great way to be connected, even when we were sharing the same room, which we did for our entire lives until college.
Thankfully my spouse and my neighbor’s husband are stringing up a tri-laundry-bucket-traversing line tomorrow. We will be able to send supplies back and forth within our little neighborhood triad, with the poles being super tall and the lines being easily manipulated to send messages or supplies.
Now wouldn’t that be fun?