tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post78743902865381900..comments2008-07-24T20:36:22.983-07:00Crunchy Chickenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612320939936593420noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-32528865944217593322008-07-24T20:36:00.000-07:002008-07-24T20:36:00.000-07:00I, too, find great comfort and peace by hanging laundry. Who knew? Sending warm thoughts to you and your family....and cyberhugs!ruralaspirationshttp://ruralaspirations.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-65923873966891631322008-07-23T06:38:00.000-07:002008-07-23T06:38:00.000-07:00Blueberry picking is always an occasion for some of the best conversations. Something about having a berry bush between us makes my husband want to talk.Susan Ochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13349528942254702007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-84776793141747247682008-07-22T21:36:00.000-07:002008-07-22T21:36:00.000-07:00I just got back from picking cherries at a friend's orchard. It's up on a hill, the breeze was blowing and it was gorgeous. I love the cherries and I'm going to can them for my grandparents who don't have the money, time or energy. I've tried to explain to my husband why I enjoy hanging my laundry out...he just sees it as an eyesore and is worried about someone seeing our undies. Glad I'm not the only one who gets joy from these tasks. Thanks!Not up to my ears in credit card debt.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820234357609699762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-83952658365758713072008-07-22T18:08:00.000-07:002008-07-22T18:08:00.000-07:00Yeah, I enjoy puttering a lot. And making stuff from scratch. So satisfying. Like so many others, I hope you get your berries in spades and the time to can em. And then lots of slices of buttery toast with jam and tea parties with your kids.MamaBirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11000531822628182708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-68894755273215831482008-07-22T14:01:00.000-07:002008-07-22T14:01:00.000-07:00just wanted to let you know I found that post really inspiring! <BR/><BR/>I am striving to do more things by hand and experience more joy with them!<BR/><BR/>hugs to you!Yaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15125706161128065960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-31198821731158796702008-07-22T10:06:00.000-07:002008-07-22T10:06:00.000-07:00thinking about you and mr. crunchy.<BR/><BR/>it's funny that you should write about this (clothesline therapy) now as i have been writing a post in my head for the past week now about the very same thing. i might use it for my next 5MFGG post. <BR/><BR/>hope you have a wonderful birthday and a plentiful berry harvest. :)Crunchy Domestic Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04546426544439507593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-46461799332261988272008-07-22T08:25:00.000-07:002008-07-22T08:25:00.000-07:00Laundry is becoming more zen-like for me, but puttering around in the greenhouse or garden (depending on the point in the season I'm at) is still my favorite thing outdoors. <BR/><BR/>My greenhouse isn't fancy, but I love it. It was a birthday gift from my husband a couple birthdays ago, and even though a lot of the guys thought he was entering dangerous territory by not showering me with jewelry or clothes or roses and such, he knows me well enough to know that while I think those things are nice, the greenhouse was by far the best choice of present. <BR/><BR/>He brought me some bags of rotting onions earlier this summer as a surprise, which I'm sure wouldn't have been so happy for a lot of women, but I dug them into my compost and beamed with delight. heh.Maevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03852349354673305704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-14969003035762527332008-07-22T08:24:00.000-07:002008-07-22T08:24:00.000-07:00Picking berries sounds lovely and I hope that ya'll can fit a nice relaxing day into your brutal schedule.Chilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406176434011890590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-22461622841280498962008-07-22T07:39:00.000-07:002008-07-22T07:39:00.000-07:00Not ridiculous at all!! I firmly believe that this is why women 100 years ago didn&#39;t have all the issues w/ depression and such that women today struggle with (and men too, for that matter, but so many of the mom friends I know IRL &amp; online are on anti-depressants, makes you wonder how women survived before the invention of anti-depressants LOL). Being busy with our hands is a wonderful therapy!Sweetpeashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688283236426618677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-35249366239463344382008-07-22T07:11:00.000-07:002008-07-22T07:11:00.000-07:00Crunch, when my father was having his heart transplant and his subsequent issues afterwards -- I was at the hospital so much (6 months) that the security staff thought I was a nurse. Then one day a new security member was hired and they realized I wasn't a nurse after he asked for staff ID. <BR/><BR/>I know what it means to be stressed and stretched. I also know that you are smack in the middle. Hang in there and things will get easier. <BR/><BR/>A result of my stress years ago? I take lots of naps. I do things slowly. I don't want to go on elaborate vacations. I have an extensive library. I read a lot, I garden, and I embrace really simple things like quilting and crocheting. I have more patience. I won't work somewhere I don't enjoy. I rarely turn the tv on, prefering peace and quiet above all.<BR/><BR/>I've been this way for years. I don't feel the need to rush around and fill every single minute of my life with activity -- although there are days when that happens!<BR/><BR/>My dad's transplant is something that I wouldn't wish on anyone, but God uses all things for good and I learned a valuable lesson at a relatively young age that's served me well all these years. Slow down and enjoy life. You only get one.Sandynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-91515196850165784272008-07-22T06:56:00.000-07:002008-07-22T06:56:00.000-07:00I believe that the reason I always come to read your posts first is because you radiate health, your own mental health, strength and love. Of course I admire you for all you get done. But it is the joy with which you do things! I feel fortunate to be able to receive some of that from you. Thanks for writing, for being open, for being you.equa yona(Big Bear)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077234314632732773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-8622591128232137862008-07-21T20:56:00.000-07:002008-07-21T20:56:00.000-07:00I hung up my second load of laundry and felt the same way. It was not a hurried stressful event. The kids kept clear afraid I would make them help. My daughter crafted a clothespin bag out of paper and duct tape and a hanger. I also walked with 3 of my kids 2.5 miles RT to the store. It was a nice way to spend a sunday afternoon.cindy24http://www.blogger.com/profile/16325611923356579024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-44914884767153249032008-07-21T18:16:00.000-07:002008-07-21T18:16:00.000-07:00I know exactly what you mean. I'm not so much of a laundry fan, since I just have a boring old indoor rack, but for me it's weeding. I had surgery last summer, and two days after I got home from the hospital it was volunteer day at the CSA farm. I walked three miles, weeded eggplants in the hot sun for a couple hours, and walked the three miles back home, *and felt better than I had since going into that stupid little hospital room*. <BR/><BR/>I wish you many many tasty berries and I'm sending you guys all the healthy thoughts I can find!LimeSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12148436703368147996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-56226059903691298452008-07-21T17:55:00.000-07:002008-07-21T17:55:00.000-07:00you and your husband will be in my thoughts.jessica mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11549899396094901671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-17704737215615567672008-07-21T17:53:00.000-07:002008-07-21T17:53:00.000-07:00my thoughts are with you and your familybrooxihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00335103266047517908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-32729937445803632242008-07-21T16:29:00.000-07:002008-07-21T16:29:00.000-07:00Your thoughts are much appreciated! I too look forward to the joys of things like sun/wind dried clothes. I knew exactly what you meant! Hope all goes well with the stem cell things! I am praying for ya'll!Monster Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08103231391384064406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-65915743699448333362008-07-21T14:07:00.000-07:002008-07-21T14:07:00.000-07:00Re: crunchy laundry<BR/>I remember visiting Italian friends in Rome one winter -- the housewives all hung out the laundry no matter what the weather. Then they pulled it in not quite dry and ironed it. That's how you get non-crunchy and perfectly ironed shirts and linens.<BR/><BR/>Sorry, I'm not doing this.<BR/><BR/>Oh yes and when I lived in Cairo, laundry day meant you or the housekeeper did the laundry in the bathtub, Colin Beavan style, then sent the wet things downstairs to the makwaga (Ironing Man) who used a real iron, heated up in hot coals, to iron everything dry. <BR/><BR/>You know how he generated steam? Slurp from a cup of water, spit on the shirt, iron furiously. No joke. Just a little traditional ironing and clothes drying lore for your edification.Leilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14161833022292457787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-76708169984881787722008-07-21T14:02:00.000-07:002008-07-21T14:02:00.000-07:00I am always hesitant to comment because you have so many already. (I will be #30 or 31) But you are truely an inspiration to me for your bravery and spunk and I wanted to tell you. Thank you.<BR/><BR/>(Now I can go cry.)Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07547478567598625340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-72267808169857015982008-07-21T13:13:00.000-07:002008-07-21T13:13:00.000-07:00Routines can be calming, a kind of reminder that everything is going to be ok, life goes on, that sort of thing.<BR/><BR/>Thinking of you and your family as I go hang out my own laundry.Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421150270049125967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-91509315364115854912008-07-21T12:56:00.000-07:002008-07-21T12:56:00.000-07:00AMEN to that Crunchy. Your post made me smile as hanging laundry is one the best parts of my day. Still waiting to go blueberry picking. Debbie CAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-21937440112815047892008-07-21T10:07:00.000-07:002008-07-21T10:07:00.000-07:00I think this post of yours is very important. When we start talking about peak oil, water footprints, and all...we tend to get very technical and statistical, and we forget there is a VERY HUMAN ELEMENT involved in our life, in all we do.<BR/><BR/>Right now, you're in the middle of it, and I'd say it is probably feeling like life in surround sound.<BR/><BR/>Hang in there, and I hope you get to pick your berries!TheNormalMiddlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331429075393644206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-69348962672182469782008-07-21T09:42:00.000-07:002008-07-21T09:42:00.000-07:00Beautiful! You sum up the absolute human need to do all the little "green" things that we do. It is a need so many of us are disconnected with due to technology, stuff, "modern life." <BR/><BR/>I hope you get to pick your berries. I really really do. What a meaningful present that will be.Green Beanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133847111288382381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-39658148633256306882008-07-21T09:16:00.000-07:002008-07-21T09:16:00.000-07:00Earlier this year I sold off part of my biz to have more time to do other things - I make herbal products and these certain items were very hands on crafting and special packaging. What do I do with my new, extra time? I get totally into making gourmet raw foods and other items from scratch. It's the same amt. of time but now I'm not making money from it! I guess I can't help myself, either but the end result sure is tasty! <BR/><BR/>I agree that making things by hand is a very meditation-in-action type of experience.<BR/><BR/>Good luck to your husband. I hope you both get through this ok.Nature Devahttp://www.naturedeva.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-36482566868929259632008-07-21T08:40:00.000-07:002008-07-21T08:40:00.000-07:00Story-sharing time...<BR/><BR/>Once upon a time, I had a roommate whom I dubbed my "Laundry Elf" - the more stressed out he was, the more laundry he did. When things were bad, he'd sneak into my room at 6:30am to steal my dirty clothes if he didn't have any of his own. And when things got <I>really</I> bad, he'd do the curtains, the pillows, and things it never occured to me to wash, and haul them across the street to the laundromat. <BR/><BR/>These days, I'm a self-employed massage therapist, which means that in addition to 1-2 loads of personal laundry, I produce 2-3 loads of "work" linens. I recently told him how much I missed my Laundry Elf, and describing the amount I do these days...well, he drooled. I felt like I was dishing out "laundry porn".Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07646488218790997757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542806651392353413.post-5328071196985944882008-07-21T08:11:00.000-07:002008-07-21T08:11:00.000-07:00I'm with Arduous. Regardless of whether you truly are a superhero or not, you are certainly a hero to many of us, including me! <BR/><BR/>I hope you get to pick berries on your birthday - you certainly deserve a nice break.Bugs and Broomshttp://bugsandbrooms.com/noreply@blogger.com