Shanty Town

Just a quick posting to assure my friends and followers that, yes, we DO live in Shanty Town! The standing tree remnants (that is, trees that broke off at about 10 feet in height) made swell posts for an impromptu clothes line. You will recall that we had many things demolished/crushed/ruined/destroyed and buried in that tornado; the clothes line* was such a victim.
So being given lemons we made... well, we did laundry while the sun shone and Bob rigged up a new outdoor drying system that is really New! and Improved! as with fewer trees, we get way more light and air. The clothes dried in record time and (of course) smell great.
Just don't ask me to wash our fine hand washables in the stream!

* Don't get me started about towns that have residents that protest people drying their clothes outside. The idea that you need "Right to Dry Laws" is preposterous. Unless you're the CEO of a utility and materially benefit from people using incredible amounts of electricity and are hopelessly cynical and greedy, the only reason to object to drying clothes outside is aesthetic. And that's lame! I object more to black and orange mulches, often favored by suburban McMansion dwellers!