Something about fetching this fairly ancient contraption from the shed, figuring out how to uncollapse it and post it in its designated clothesline spot (a tube sunk into the ground with its own tidy little cap for when the clothes line is not posted), finding the clothespins, and hanging our laundry out in the dry, warm, sage-scented mountain air gives me a big idea:
Me: That's it. I'm living here forever. I'm quitting my job and I'm living here forever.Historian: Sounds like a good idea. And I'll come see you on weekends?Me: No, you quit too and we'll live off the land. The Land. Doesn't that sound amazing. I'll be a total housewife. I'll do the laundry and cook and hang the laundry on the line. And I mean total. A Total. Housewife.
And the awesome thing is, I have loads of time ahead of me to play this little game. And take pictures of my scenarios.
Well, that's it for today. I'm back to work.
