The old saying is, "You can take the gal out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the gal."
There is no clothesline here, there really isn't much of a place to put one. I asked Dad why that was and he said, "Your mother hated them, and thought they made a place look like poor white trash lived there!" What!?! I wondered if he was pulling my leg, but then thought back on it, and she never put one in at any of the houses she built.
Guess I take after my granny Mid (who was far from being poor white trash), because I love a clothes line. (I even had a defunct ol hot walker as one for a while on the home ranch.) Not only is a clothesline much cheaper than running the dryer, it gets you outside, and it makes your clothes & sheets smell like sunshine.
Pretty sure that Mother is spinning every time I do laundry and put this up...
Give me clean clothes, a clothesline, and some ice cold Luzianne in my travel mug
and I'm doing just fine...
Oh, and boots, specifically Lucchese boots! Their sweet new polo boots are out. At $1,295 a pop, I won't be getting any, but I can still admire them from afar...
Last, but certainly not least, I received this certificate from the POTUS yesterday. I think Dad would be pleased.
Sure miss Dad, the ol guy with mischief in his eyes...
