A poem about Judgment

The only "e" in "judgment" shows up right before the "n".
But in between the "g" and "m" - there's nothing there, my friend.

While on a wilderness hiking trail in the Adirondacks, I missed a step crossing a stream and soaked my sneaker and sock. I was longing for a clothesline. When we got to a lean-to, I found one! Made my day...

Extreme ironing

I think that you - my followers and companion clothes-hanging aficionados - would find this website to be of interest. Please have a look and show them your support. http://xtremeironing.com/

Simple Life blog

A friend of this blog called another blog to my attention, and it contains one of the best recent photos on the subject of hanging clothes that I've seen. It's a very interesting blog, focused on organic and generally simpler living. Please have a look. http://chiotsrun.com/2014/04/26/back-again/

Clothes hanging season coming late

Although the 2014 baseball season has had it's opening day, we may have a late start to the outdoor clothes hanging season this year in Chenango Forks.

A Poem
It's been a quiet winter - snow too deep and temperature too cold for clothes hanging. So, here's a poem.

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To my wife

I must confess a gruesome fact before you find it out.
It's about the laundry - please try not to shout.

I did a partial wash today - I didn't do it all.
I wasn't sure just what to do - I had to make a call.

I skipped the sheets and linens - they aren't very clean.
I thought that adding them would overload the damn machine.