Living "Au Naturale"

Now that I'm not working, I want to do some volunteer work to keep me busy ... at least until (or if) I find another job. I'm looking at several options, but one that has appealed to me for some time is fostering a retired racing greyhound. I could not undertake this if I was working, and I'm not sure Callie will be cooperative, but we are moving forward with it. The greyhound rescue adoption coordinator was to visit us today, but she is sick so the weekend will have to do. Too bad; I was really looking forward to seeing her boy - she has FIVE greyhounds! If Callie could talk, she'd be saying, "And that's the way it should be ... we don't need his kind around here!"

As part of my latest incarnation as Domestic Goddess, I am hanging my laundry out to dry. Hubby put up one line, but I need more. I sort of enjoy this, even though until I get a softening system down, the towels come in as stiff as boards. Brings back memories. When I was a kid, there was no other option. No one I knew had a dryer. Clothes were hung out in decent weather and inside during the cold or rain. We had a 'furnace room' that was nice and warm with several drying lines rather close together. My mother insisted she always got sick during the winter from standing under wet clothes whilst she was hanging them. IDK.

We have had some really lovely days here. Breezy and warm, cool enough in the night for good sleeping. I have yet to turn on the air conditioning, even though the inside temp hit 83 degrees yesterday. For some reason, it feels good this year. Maybe it's another hormone change, maybe it's just what I've gotten used to. I never really loved AC, but for at least the last ten years, I didn't want to be without it. I think when you work in AC, your body just gets used to that cooler temp and it is harder to adjust to the extremes. Maybe part of it is that I just don't want to pay for it as long as I'm not working; maybe it's just one more thing we can do without and live au naturale.

Hubs is drawing the line at chickens in the yard, though.