Friday, July 24, 2009

how a good day begins

The folks who keep their horses on the property that we caretake have gone on vacation for a week. So I fed them and sprayed them for flies and scooped up horse turds. I like shoveling horse turds. If that was a viable part-time job, I would take it. I think most, and maybe all, good people have had to deal with actual shit sometimes.

Also, I put a couple of screws in a table that was getting wonky. I washed clothes and hung them up to dry, and mused on how strange it is to live in a society where being able to hang your clothes is a privilege. (Many neighborhoods have laws forbidding people from hanging their clothes out to dry--for the classist reason that it makes a place look like it's inhabited by poor folks. I would love to know if that bit of insanity is unique to the US.)

Now I am thinking about being a writer. In a good way.

Oh, the title of this post would be "how a great day begins" if Emma was here. I am missing her enormously, but I'm finding it interesting to be reminded of what I like to do on my own. One example: I've stopped drinking coffee in the house while she's away; when she's here, the pot is always full, so I drank coffee all day long. I'll watch to see if there are others.


  1. From what I've heard, the US is the only country that doesn't line dry. Those who have both tend to use the dryer only to soften clothes, or if they're in a hurry.

  2. I live in a neighborhood that doesn't allow you to put a clothesline in the back yard.

    However, I've gotten around it by rigging a system using closet rods and my trellis, so I can dry my sheets and towels outside. My neighbors don't mind.

    I think that's a key to peacemaking. Some rules can only be enforced if people report you. If you ask those people if they mind what you're doing, many times they don't. So you can circumvent the rules.

    And yeah on shoveling horse shit. I find it's easier to clean up shit when it's the sort that turns fairly easily into compost.