Something I've been working on recently is being more home-minded.
One of the outcomes of that is that I (finally!) started using my clothesline! It was warm enough on Tuesday to put my clothes outside!
I managed to take in a few articles of clothing and hang them on the one, flimsy, house clothes-rack we have. And then I changed, went to class, came home after dark, and slept.
Thursday it was windy. I mean 30-40 mile an hour gusts. I left the house before it was light, went to work, class, a meeting, went to the library for a few hours, class again, and I got home around 9:00pm, after dark, exshausted.
My housemates were not amused. "Sweetie," they said, irritated that they, the 24- and 26-year-olds, had to tell me something so basic again, "you need to go get your clothes off the line. And the bushes. And the trees. And out of the squirrels' nest."
I stared at them for a minute, and then turned around and went right back out. It took me almost half an hour to find everything, untie it from the line, and pick it up with my numb fingers in the dark, when the wind was not on my side. I went inside, threw the heap on the table, and went to bed.
I suck at house-keeping. I told myself. I'll never be able to do it right. Even that soap...you literally exploded the stove burner...
I sat up, shook my head, and lay down again.
It doesn't matter. Yes, I'm getting married in December, but I'm not perfect. It's okay that I don't know everything there is to know yet. That's what life's about, right? Learning and living from that and moving on and becoming someone new.
I'll try the line again when it's warm out, and this time, I'll make sure I can be home to take the clothes down.