I watched as Granny hung each garment on the clothesline. The sun was shining so bright I had to squint my eyes. Papa's old flannel shirts flapped in the breeze beside Granny's flowered house coats. There was something magical about that clothesline to me. I was intrigued by the simpleness of it. No whirring of the dryer. The clothes became drier as the day wore on. The next day, Granny would take her brown clothes basket to gather the clothes. One by one, she slipped the clothes pins off. It was almost as if she had her own rhythm. I stopped at the sliding glass door, lost in my own thoughts. That old clothesline had been in the backyard for years. The rough hewn posts were sturdy and solid. They told their own story, marked by the pelting rain and other elements. I hurried inside as Granny came in. I grabbed a shirt and pressed it to my face. The smell of freshly cleaned clothes was intoxicating. Now, most of us use washing machines. I still remember that clothesline and am
I've changed my URL to http://dropletsonajournal.blogspot.com/ I've been racking my brain for weeks trying to come up with a good URL since I changed my blog name awhile back. Please update your blog lists. If you're a follower, it will still take you to my blog. No worries. (If my followers have any trouble, just remove me from your blogs you follow, then add me back with the new URL). I have another exciting change so be sure to check back later this week! P.S. If anyone needs to email me, here's my email address. If you want to do a giveaway, I am open to that as well. I will promise to give my honest and thoughtful opinions. Click on the picture to make it larger if needed. I'm doing it this way because I don't want to be spammed.
In an effort to blog more, I am going to freewrite a little bit each day. Freewriting is when you just write for a short period of time, not worrying about punctuation or grammar. I will be mindful of those things, though because I know it helps everyone understand better. In freewriting, you don't have to stay on one topic. This is just what popped into my mind a few minutes ago. I haven't purposefully done this in awhile, so here it goes!! Emotions They twirl around. They bubble up. Sometimes they burst. Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have said something the way I said it. I can't take it back. I can't press rewind. I want to be more mindful of my emotions. Instead of letting them splatter out and fall wherever, I want to be careful with my words. Words are weighty. Words matter. Emotions are a good thing, but they can be unpredictable. You can feel fine one minute and mad or frustrated the next. It's like a roller coaster. I am in charge of how
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